Dakota's POV:
    Clang! Clang!Clang! I woke to the deafening sound of two pans being slammed together right in my ear. "Wakie wakie! Eggs and bakie!" I hear my stylists clear voice ring out. ( 🎵 I ain't get no sleep cause'a y'all! Y'all not gonna get no sleep cause'a me! 🎵)(sry I had to) I groan and grab on of the pans in my stylists hand just as she was about to hit it again and throw it into the abyss, pulling the covers over my head and smirking smugly. There's a pause of silence, and I think I've had an easy victory...I was wrong...as always. A huge splash of cold water comes cascading down on my head.
    "UGH!" I utter, pissed and tired. I sit up and glare at my stylist, who's name is Crystal. She shrugs at me with a "straight" face and waits for me to get up. I eventually do, water soaking my night clothes and dripping onto the floor. I grit my teeth and flick off some of the water with my hand, "accidentally" flicking some on Crystal. She sighs.
    "Alright, Dakota. Did you forget about the tribute parade...'cause that's today," she waits for me to respond, I don't of course, I just slide a hand down my face in frustration.

(A/N: this is a perfect example of what u look like when I say you *slide a hand down you face, but...prettier😐 lol just kidding Jimmie your                                                 still cute! Sorry wrong fan fiction but I had to 😂)

A/n: *clears throat awkwardly
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    "Alright, alright, I'm up!" I mutter. The peppy stylist smiles and clasps her hands together excitedly.
    "You're gonna love your outfit!" She tells me. My face falls even more. I hope it's not some sparkly crap like what the Capital people wear. Crystal motions for me to follow her and I do. She leads me into a room and introduces me to my makeup stylist, Laila Lark. I smile and shake her hand. She sits me down and discusses with Crystal what type of look would work best for me. They finally decide on a gold, maroon, and silver eyeshadow, fake lashes, winged eyeliner, and a natural colored lipstick.
                                                A/N: this is what the eyes look like 🔥

    "I can't wait for you to see your dress, Dakota. I think you'll just love it!" Repeats Crystal, Laila nodding in agreement. I nod with a smile now, hoping that their right. Crystal tells me to close my eyes, and I do so, feeling soft fabric slip over my body. The dress was already very comfortable, I hoped it looked as good as it felt. I open my eyes and gasp. The dress was beautiful! It was elegant enough, but still showed attitude. It showed a little to much skin for my liking, but I was okay with it.

-This Is The Hairstyle Crystal Laila Give You-

"You look absolutely stunning, Dakota," Crystal tells me, a genuine smile on her face. I liked Crystal, she was the first person from the Capital that seemed to actually care about me. She was like the mother that I b]never really had growing up, since mom and died were killed by the Peacekeepers for disobeying Snow
"Thanks, Crystal. But the credit really does go to you guys, you made me look beautiful," I tell them, a cheeky smile on my pink lips. Laila laughs and tells me 'good luck' before leaving the room. Crystal places her hands on my shoulders.
She whispers, "Dakota, you were already beautiful. Now, I want you to go out there and keep looking straight ahead, maybe blow a kiss here and there. But for the most part, the people around you are beneath you. Remember, Koda, this is the Hunger Games...Get. people. To. Like. You...it's the only way you'll survive," she tells me. "Not that I doubt your skills, but in the end, it all comes down to sponsees," she adds, a sad smile appearing on her face. "Now go out there and nock um dead! Good luck," she smiles, leaving the room.
I make my way out of the dressing room and find my brother. He smiles at me places a hand on my arm reassuringly.
"You look beautiful, Koda," he comments.
"Not bad yourself, Jack," I reply, shoving his arm playfully. I see Peeta walking passed me with Katniss my his side.
"You look great," he whispers as he walks passed. I blush slightly at his comment. Why did Peeta care about me? I look around at the other tributes and see Cato. He looks really hot in his costume, as does everyone apparently. Actually, he's kind of currently staring at me. I fully turn toward him and wave slightly. I swear I almost see a slight tint of pink spread across his cheeks at my actions, but if it was even real, he covers it up quickly by glaring at Peeta as he and Katniss walk by. Why did Cato hate Peeta so much? But then again, I'm pretty sure Cato hates everybody. I shrug it off and turn away, but I can still almost feel Cato's heavy gaze on my back.
Jaxon and I board our chariot and the parade begins. I remember what Crystal told me and look straight ahead. I do decide to turn my head and blow a kiss to the crowd every now and then, but for the most part I just stick to waving and looking ahead. The chariots start to make a circle, and I look up at Snow. His dead, cold eyes pierce into mine and I resist the urge to shiver. I'm stronger than this. He'll never break me. I can feel Snow still staring into my soul even after we break eye contact. I keep my head high and proud, I would never lose to Snow. I promised I'd make it back to Rose, and I intended on keeping that promise...