A.N- I do not own any of Suzanne Collins characters, even though there are references to some of them. I don't own the story either! *sniffle*
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EPOV
"Miss, your breakfast." Elise, my maid mumbles. I jerk up out of my sleeping position straight away. Not because of a plate full of fresh dawnberries in cherry sauce has just been set down on my bedside table, but because today is the Reaping of the 88th Hunger Games! I shove my silky duvet off myself, and tuck in to my breakfast. The dawnberries are picked by the farmers in District11, and sent over here to my plate in a few hours! Ah, the luxury of being me. The dawnberries are a reddy-blue colour and get their name due to their flowers only opening at dawn for an hour or two. Just as I finish, Mother comes in with my clothes. She places them, folded up, onto my loveseat, glances at me, and then hurries out of my room. I get out of bed, undress and get into the shower. I am just about to fiddle with the settings when I realise Elise must have done it for me already. Warm water cascades down onto my head, and spurts out from the shower walls. A honeysuckle and blossom hair conditioner is massaged into my hair by mechanical hands. I wash myself. I turn the shower off and wait for the drier to start. A few minutes later, my hair is glossy and my athletic body is feeling pampered. I slip on the dress, and call Mother in. As soon as she sees me, she gives an astounded gasp. It makes me proud.
"Can you do my hair and makeup now?" I request. Mother smiles and takes me to my dressing table, made completely of platinum with a gold-rimmed mirror. I sit down whilst she combs, primps and strokes my hair.
"I know you're worried, but I won't end up like her, I know it." I declare. Mother doesn't answer as she moves on to my makeup.
"I just want you to be the best, don't let those inferior to you beat you." she sighs. A few minutes later, she beams at me then steps away.
"You look stunning, honey. Take a look!" I get up, feeling my dress flow around me as I glide to my full length mirror. My sparkly, intricately-patterned silver dress hugs my figure, improving my slender body. It brings out the colour in my eyes, although they hardly need any help with standing out. Electric blue eyes. That's how Mother decided on calling me Electra. My lush, blonde, shoulder length hair shines in the morning light. To finish it all off, I twirl.
"Well, you seem ready, the travel-pod is waiting outside." Mother says enthusiastically, though I can tell how scared she really is. Elise is waiting outside my room, and she helps me down the staircase so I don't trip over my dress. Not that I would anyway, I'm too graceful. I carefully sit down in the travel-pod and compose myself as I wait for Mother to come out. Finally, she does, and she clasps my manicured hands as the pod shoots off to the District centre.
A.N- Who is 'she'? Who is the girl Electra and her Mother were talking about? Tell me what you think in a review, and I'll update as soon as possible.
Karina x