I sit up swiftly from my lunch table. The girls were back. I shove my books and sketches back into my bag and get up, pretending I was meaning to leave anyway. They don't like the idea though, and slowly circle me, like a pack of mutts.
Their strange skin and eye colors frighten me a little, but I try to walk away from them. Again they don't like the idea.
"So, what? You been sketching all day. What are they? Your crush? Let me see!" There leader, Tinker, growls at me.
"No!" I squeak but she already has 6 of my best designs. She looks over them with a confused look.
"Who's that?" She asks pointing to a blonde boy in one of the sketches. He was originally going to be black haired but the clothes didn't work well.
"No one. Their clothing designs, for the Games." I mutter quietly.
"What? You want to be a stylist? Ha! You couldn't be a stylist if no one els-" But she gets cut off by a voice that scares me.
"What are you doing?" A cold voice growls. At first I think they mean me, but I soon realize he's talking to the Mutt's. I turn toward the voice and see a tall, strange looking boy-man really-glaring at the girls. They drop my stuff and slowly back away, growling the whole time. Exactly like the mutt's. They turn and run, just like a Capitol member would. I bend over gathering my stuff quickly. I see the gentle, normal colored hand of the boy that helped me. He looks at the sketches and I have a great urge to rip them from his hand. But it's the least I can do, if he wants to look at the sketches. He sits down, in the middle of the middle of the lunch room, looking at them, and wonders in his eyes.
"These are beautiful, but," He pulls a pencil from my bag sketching on the drawing. I want to yell at him, that it's not his to draw on, but when I see what he's doing I stay quiet. To a simple black dress, he's added flaming accents, which make it almost smolder. He takes off the straps-which took me hours to come up with- and replaces it with a halter top that looks like it's made of flames.
"I like it, but if you did this." I say taking the pencil from him, changing the halter to a single strap. He nods, adding a necklace and changing the hair a little to match better. I smile.
"Thank you. For everything." I say to him and he nods. Giving my back the designs, he stands up, and extends his hand to me. I take it, it's warm and soft and much larger than my own, and pulls myself up. He smiles at me, it's so…sweet. Unlike anything Capitol. I put everything back in my bag, and turn about to leave school for good.
Father was moving to District 10, showing me how to live outside the Capitol, and I had just come to get my stuff. Whip around looking for him in the crowd, and seeing his tall form.
"Hey!" I yell and he turns confusion on his face. "What's your name?" I call.
"Cinna Mitchells," He calls back, "You?" He asks.
"Enchantress Portia." I call and turn back running out before he could laugh at my strange name. It sounded backwards, and confusing. I rush home my heart pounding, and all I could think about was Cinna Mitchells.
Short I know… I'm sorry! Yep, so please check out my profile for other hunger games stories. I really hope you enjoy! Please Review! Oh and this will be Portia's POV (unless you really want me to switch back and forth) and Portia will be based off the Portia from my other stories.