Whenever I write a story, I hope it appeals to both boys and girls.

Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!

Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out,' I reply. Cinna puts his arm around my shoulder and leads me into lunch. ' Don't worry, I always channel my emotions into my work. That way I don't hurt anyone but myself.

As we curve around into the loop of the City Circle, I can see that a couple of other stylists have tried to steal Cinna and Portia's idea of illuminating their tributes. The electric-light-studded outfits from District 3, where they make electronics, at least make sense. But what are the livestock keepers from Distric 10, who are dressed as cows, doing with flaming belts? Broiling themselves? Pathetic.

No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!