"Next up..... Sadie Oaks!"

I take a deep breath. I just hope this goes okay. I look back at the mirror behind me. What i see is a girl. A girl with hazel eyes brown pixie cut hair and the most beautiful dress. Its made from every single piece of fabric i have ever made in District 8. Back at home i manufacture clothing. There is one feature i dwell on for a bit. A fleshy, long scar accessorizing my face. It ranges from my forehead to the corner of my mouth. I take one last deep breath and go up on to the stage. The sound of my loudly beating heart is drowned out by the Capitol's clapping.

" Now introducing, District 8, Sadie Oaks!" Lyric Flickman introduced.

The Capitol roared. I walked over to my seat next to Lyric.

" Now I understand this is your first time in the Capitol. How are you liking it so far? "

"Well," I said as I settled into my seat. " I ve never seen so many outfits. They are all so beautiful! Coming from district 8 I only see the clothes we make. These are so different!"

"Fasinating." she replied.

"Now, how are you feeling about the games? Are you excited?"

"Excited to die? No. Ready to win. Yes." I replied coldly.

"Wow. Now, What is your strategy ? How are you going to win?"

"Well, Lets just say I'm not here to make friends. Im here to win and will stop those who try to get in my way."

  "Like they say, go hard or go home!" Lyric retorted.

"More like go hard or go die," I mumbled under my breath.

"Next up, your dress." he suggested. " What is it made of?

" Well, In District 8 i make clothes and textitles. This dress is made of every single piece of cloth I have ever touched in the factory. " Just then I think about the audience. All these people are seeing my dress. My calico dress, full of patches and different patterns. I hate myself for picking out this dress. I must look so stupid.

"Let's all give you a hand. I must say that is the most beautiful dress we have seen since Katniss Everdeen!" Lyric interrups. " Why dont you stand up for a second?" I start breaking out in a deep sweat. Then I get up. I hear what sounds like the world clapping. I know somewhere out there my mother is crying becuase her and I know now, that under my scar I'm beautiful.

" Next question, how is it back at home? In District 8?" she asks as I sit down.

" I don't want to talk about it." I say.

"Oh! Come on! Tell us." Then she whispers harshly to me, " You and I both know if you say no, everyone will think you are a downer and you will DIE!" I take a deep breath, family is a touchy subject for me. Oh, well.

"Well, to start, my brother died when I was 7. He was my hero. He taught me how to fight, wield a knife and hunt any animals that get into town. But, sadly he died in the Hunger Games. His motto, after all, was you never know if you will get picked, so be prepared," A tear escaped my eye.

"Now, everyone's wondering, Is there anyone special in your life?"

"Okay, I'l tell you. There was this guy, Tom. He was my life. He was there after my brother died. It was at my brother's funeral when he revealed his feelings for me. But, he died in a factory explodion so he'd gone now." I finished quickly. A torrent of memories flashed by. A fire starting from a peacekeeper smoking. Fire raging around me. A beam falling on me. A surging pain on my face.  Tom, wonderful Tom, dragging me out, Then I tried to stop the memories, but they keep coming. Tom leaving me with my family. Him going back in to save more lives. Lastly, him never coming out and I screaming at the top of my lungs for him. Then, the timer went off.

" That's time! Next up......" Flickerman announces. I walk back to my seat. At least its over. All thats left is to win, for Tom.