Disclaimer: I don't own the amazing work called The Hunger Games. If I did I'd feel accomplished in giving America and the world something meaningful to read that showed the power of a dream and its impact on reality it can have for the hopeless and have-nots. So instead, I'll just write on what I think, in my opinion to be a fun side read called Capitol Girls: Luxury, Fame and Lies.
Do you really know what it's like in the Capitol?
Where the lights never sleep
And the stars never shine.
Do you really know why we sleep in?
Sometimes keeping our eyes closed
Until the next sunset.
Do you really know our customs?
Besides the ones that
Katniss has told you.
Do you really know?
Do you?
Well damn it do you?
No you don't
You don't care
But why should you?
Why should you care-
About us?
The murders
The colorful freaks
The people who have never known hunger?
Prologue
I've always been a book worm writer freak, and not really caring for what happened in the Capitol or its ever shifting drama scene, known as The Socialite Society. I Caroline Raindrop Luxe, absolutely loathed that type of life. While most girls were studying makeup, and hair styles along with how to make themselves different from the rest, I was busy reading books that dated to even before my time. Books that my Nana had kept throughout the years. In turn which she gave to me so that I may flourish under our oppressive government.
I know what you're thinking, how could anybody be oppressed in the safe haven called Capitol?
Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. In fact it shouldn't be a surprise, we study in school about the twelve well, it use to be thirteen districts and all that they supply us. Food, water, clothes, diamonds, technology, fuel to keep living this mundane superficial life, but most of all they supply us the tributes, boys and girls my age that kill themselves as a reminder of the dark days. I've never liked the Games. It would be bearable had these kids been trained prior, and given working knowledge and a choice like the ancient Romans. Sadly however these under fed children bear the brunt of our cruelest President Snow's anger.
Still I haven't answered your question have I? About privileged girls and boys in the capitol being oppressed? Don't worry I got you covered, after all a girl like me has to know her beat.
Things in the Capitol isn't all that glamorous and soft, with sprinkles of color on top of a cupcake. Here our punishment is dressed up in feathers, shimmers and things that fizzle and pop. That punishment is The Socialite Society, it's our version of the Games played in the safety of Capitol. However it isn't people who take others lives, most of the time it's self destruction caused by the rush, the need, the hunger to be the best in Capitol. A drive that they instill in us at a young age in pageants of beauty, and never wits. And when you turn thirteen you're at the age where you can prep yourself to be anorexic and remade so that way by seventeen you'll be in the running for Society Queen.
Society Queen. That phrase alone can turn best friends into mortal enemies; spreading lies about each other in gossip columns, fighting, and eventually murder. If the girls didn't kill you; you already would have made a noose because you can't recover from the horrific rumors that spread like wild fires in a dry underbrush in the middle of Africa. Sadly to my dismay, and extreme protest, this is how I ended up, Society Queen is the nation's most sadistic game against its beloved and most hated population.