I was dressed as a lumberman. I was on my chariot beside Leah, which wore some outfit I didn't get too many details of. We were thrown into the light. The crowds screamed and cheered. I showed a smiling face but I didn't wave. I stared forward and the crowds blurred before me as I thought of the pain rebounding my back, each crack of the whip rebounded on my back. I shivered back into focus. I saw my stylist, Sienna, smiling at me. She didn't know how we tributes had to suffer, how I suffered the pain.