Our Love Will Survive: A Hunger Games Fanfiction.

Chapter 5....

A/N: Hey guys! As I said in the authors note in my recent update on "A New Beginning", updates will be coming much more quick!

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Melissa's P.O.V

I woke up to a knock on my door. Probably Effie. I sighed quietly.

"Come in!" I say and the door opens only to reveal Katniss.

"Oh. Hey, Katniss." I say and smile lightly.

"Hey. How are you... Coping?" She asks. I bite my lip. Not only is she my mentor, she's also my best friend.

"I'm scared Katniss. How am I going to do this? There's twenty-four of us in there, and only one comes out alive."

"Believe me, I said those same exact words when I volunteered for the seventy-fourth Games. But I did it to save Prim." She said and she smiles at me. "I can tell you right now, sponsors are going to adore you. Let me tell you why: You're strong, you're good with weapons, you're willing to die to save your family. Tina wanted to volunteer for you, yet you refused to let her go. Sponsors love that." Could it be true? Are the few good traits I have enough to give me sponsors? If Effie and Katniss do sign me up for sponsors, then I have a chance in the Games. I'm not saying I'll win yet. But maybe I have a chance.

"Now come on, let's get to breakfast. Your stylist and I need to discuss your outfit for the opening ceremonies." She says.

"Alright." I reply. "I'll be right there." She nods and leaves the room. I brush my hair and braid it down my back, then get dressed in a soft cotton-white shirt with black leggings. After that I brush my teeth and meet Katniss, Peeta, Effie, two women I don't recognize, and Skylar.

"Hello, Melissa." Skylar greets me quietly as I sit next to her.

"Hi." I whisper back.

"Melissa, Skylar, these are your stylists for the Games: Jane and Grace." Katniss says.

"I'm Jane, and this is Grace." The woman, er, Jane, speaks up. "I'm your stylist Melissa." She says and I smile lightly.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Jane." I say. Grace introduces herself to Skyler, and she mumbles back her name shyly. After we finish eating, I follow Jane to a room that had, "District Twelve's Female Tribute's Stylist Room" on it. In the room were a bunch of beauty products and hair styling products. I wince slightly. Ugh. I was never a girly-girl. When Jane looks towards me though, I smile.

"So, I'm assuming you're going to make me pretty?" I ask and she laughs.

"I only help you with your hair and outfit. Your prep team: Aurora, Brooklyn, and Amelia—" She gets cut off as three woman burst through the door.

"Hello dearie! I'm Aurora and we're going to make you absolutely gorgeous!" One of them squeal and I force a smile onto my face. It was so obvious that these three were born and raised in the Capitol. The people that sit by and watch as twenty-three children die each year. I take a deep, calming breath.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to it." Jane says and walks out.

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After a painfully boring hour of just standing there, Amelia takes me to another room. I walk in and smile when I see Jane.

"Hello Jane!" I say and she smiles back.

"Hi! Ready to see your outfit for the opening ceremonies?" She asks and I nod, already sort of expecting what I was going to wear. Being from District 12, I knew my outfit had to be coal-related. Probably a coal miners outfit.

But I was wrong.