43rd Hunger Games, Chapter Eight
As I'm still sitting on the bed, in the bright, but dull room, I finally crack into reality and feel deeply uncomfortable naked, waiting for a Capitol stylist (stranger) to come in and who knows what makeup and outfit he has for me.
I get off the bed and crouch on the floor to look under it, where Twink had gotten the gown in the first place. Under the bed was dark, you could only see the size of objects and feel around for what you need, I guess.
I reached my hand under and felt around for something silky like gown, until I finally did, grabbed, made sure it was a gown, then put it on because the silky thing was the gown.
At that exact moment, a man walked through the opposite door that Twink and Tezz left from. The man had long, purple hair, spiked up towards the ceiling. His face looked pale, but he had lots of purple eye shadow, pink mascara, and deep purple lip stick. The man's outfit was a pink, stripped shirt, and his pants were deep purple poka-dotted.
Right this man was starri
43rd Hunger Games, Chapter Seven
As I stare out the window and watch the Capitol coming closer and closer, I can see how colourful and rich their city is. The colours of everything from red to orange to yellow to .... everything, it's just so, fantasy.
Jane walks up behind me. "Pretty Grand, Eh?" she said. I nodded. "I had dreams when I was little about living in a place with so much colour." I responded. Clover hushed me and yelled at Finn to get in here.
He arrived in a few seconds, tired looking, his hair messed up and a strong smell lingered from him.
"What?" he asked slowly. Clover turned to look at him. She honestly looked hurt, or someone killed a puppy. "The most greatest thing of all is going to happen to you, and you don't even know it!?"
Finn shook his head and walked up to the window as well. He then gave a sudden laugh and whispered to me, "District Four's rainbow is calling, they want their colours back." I looked at him in the eyes. His interview will be interesting.
I turned back to the wind
43rd Hunger Games, Chapter SixAs I'm still laying here, on this bed, motionless, I feel the need to think of everything, for some strange reason. Like, how I volunteered, my father visiting me and the fact that I may die, in just a few days, and never return to my district.
All those things practically kill me right then and there, but I can't change the past, only the future, which might be hard with my talents of killing nothing..ever before.
I guess that's something else I get to think about, I have to learn how to use a weapon wisely and see how other tributes use their weapons so I can, I guess, see how they might kill in the games. This frightens me, deeply, but there's nothing I can do about. The only thing that I do know right now is that my chances of ever making it as victor are very slim, so I just have to hope for the best, which is not what my district would want to hear.
I bet they would at least think, that the girl who volunteered for Piper Cohen would at least know how to use a few simple weapons a
43rd Hunger Games, Chapter FiveOnce we arrived at the train station, there was a magnificent, long, silver train there, which I could already tell, that this was not a transport trains from my district. Clover was already there smiling, which surprises me, and telling the peacekeepers to go. "Welcome," she says to Finn and I, "the best and last few days of your lives." Now that was a nice thing to think about when I go to bed tonight. Finn walked in and onto the train first, then I did. The first thing I saw as I walked in was all the food, whether it was fake or not, everywhere on this cart. The food was on beautiful, wooden tables with blue, plush lounge chairs or dinning chairs around it. I guess this was the dinning cart. Finn was already inspecting the food, while I was taking this chance to sit in luxury and look out the window to see things pass by super quick. As I was doing this, Clover sat in the chair beside, which was a dinning chair. "So," says Clover trying to start a conversation, "what do
43rd Hunger Games, Chapter FourYes, I was going to cry, so much, I could already feel the tears of anger and disgrace coming through my eyes. I just had to look away now, I couldn't bare looking at my father after what he's done to me. This felt rude, he has two minutes to talk to me and I'm wasting them by trying to wish he was never here. So I tried to start off with a conversation, whether is was nice or not.
"Why, in the past three years, when I need you most in my life, you never show, but when there's a LARGE chance I'm going to die, in just a few days, you do?" I ask with a slight temper. He's silent, probably thinking about this question really hard, but had no clue how to answer. I stood there, still facing my back to him, still trying to cover my tears, still waiting for an answer until finally, I felt my father's hands loop around me like a hug from behind.
"I'm so sorry" he whispered into my ear. "the pain of my forever loves death, for you apparent reason, got to me and I just couldn't see you anymore."