Chapter 1- Wonder
Sometimes I wonder about things. like, why do people with painted faces think their better than people with scarred faces. Why do the painted people watch the scarred ones fight to the death for some amusement. Also, the most unanswered question. Why does my dad allow this? My dad? President Snow. Ruler of Panem. I'm his daughter, Cheryl.
I know alot of people dont like my dad. Like them rebels in 13. But it seems like everyone he doesnt like gets aliminated. People have their opinions. Right?
"Cheryl. Get ready for the stylists." Said Rondun. Rondun is one of the seventy-eight peace keepers that works for my dad. The stylist come at 10:00, and its 9:12 now. I should get ready. My blonde natural hair was already soft, but i brushed it anyways. I put on just some jeans and a old shirt that my mom gave me.
"Cher! Oh Cher! This hair! Its so. NATURAL! Dye this. Now." Alexi said as she walked through the door. I shook my head fast, looking at the other stylists. Trying to back them away.
"NO! I WANNA KEEP IT, STOP! DON'T!" I cried. It was too was too late, I was already in a chair. I felt them strap my hands to the arms of the chair. Really? Is THAT needed. Salty tears streamed down my face. I don't want to be like the capitol people. With all of this crap on their face.
My hair was wet down and was getting ready for the dreadful dye. The stuck this shiny metalic stuff in my hair. Everything was blury because of my tears. Next thing you know I was looking in the mirror with my blonde hair almost gone. My hair now has purple, blue, green streaks in it. My knees collopsed to the ground as I wept. I called my personal stylist. Jonah-ya. I told her I need my hair "un-dyed"
"Cher, I love you deeply but that would be a bit hard, but I think I can do it, I will be over right now." Jonah-ya said.
Ugh, I hate this capitol I just wish I could get out of it. Be a regular citizens person! My outfit I chose had pink leggings with a blue ruffled dress with purple hoops, and greenmetalic flats. Ew. This outfit is disgusting. I just wanna wear jeans! I ripped off the clothes and cut them up with siccors. I put on my ripped jeans with a pink plaid shirt. I smiled. This is more like it. Jonah-ya walked through the door and she alrealdy pointed to a chair. I let her touch my dyed hair and look at it without hesitation.
"OK, just close your eyes, dont want chemicals getting in them!" Jonah-ya said. I felt all these sprays on my hair. An hour went by, and Jonah-ya finally said I could get up. My blonde natural locks were back! I hugged Jonah-ya. She left without a word. I ran down the hall of my dad's mansion and bursted right through my brother, Ronnie's, door.
"Cher, I got to tell you something" murmured Ronnie. Weird I had to tell him something too.
"Oh well me too, you first." I said clearly. Ronnie lookes ashamed, like he just commited a murder.
"I wanna leave. I hate the capitol. Don't tell dad, but I'm running off. Ha. Like Dad with ever notice." Ronnie said as he put his head down. I leaped into his arms. As I said
"Lets go,pack some clothes, were going to District 12" I chirped. Yes! Ronnie was think the same thing as I was. I ran back to my room and with a black suitcase I packed all my jeans and t-shirts. Ronnie was ready and so was I.