I stand, silent in the chariot, waiting to be drawn forward into the chaos of the parade. I really love the outfit Jess created, all dark blues and foam greens. Then, with a jerk, the chariot slowly glided into motion, grey-speckled horses shaking their heads with excitement. As the crowd screams and cheers, I attempt to relax my face a bit, creating a facade of enjoyment. About halfway down the promenade, I lift my arms up, one holding Artemis' hand, the other wielding a trident made by Jess. The crowd erupts in noise. I see my face on screens, see people flash holographic images of our District's sigil, and all I can think of is how much I want this to be over.