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District 1:
Diamond Featherstone looked at herself in the mirror. It was hard not to call her beautiful. Stunning, even. She knew that, and she hated it. It was three hours before the interviews would start, and she was up first. Diamond studied her long, sheer dress. It was tight around her curves and nearly see-through. Her golden-blonde hair was curled and swept to the side. Her stylist had fitted a headpiece in her hair that consisted of a dozen diamonds of every colour imaginable. They said that in her interview the people in charge of lightning would cast a special light beam on her that would make the diamonds sparkle. Her skin was glowing. Her cat- like sapphire eyes were lined, and a heck of a lot of shadow was applied to give her: "A gorgeous smoky eye!" as her pathetic stylist called it. Her lips were bright red and given some sort of cream to make them look puffier than usual. She now had a constant pout. She shifted around a bit, wondering how she would pull this off. Even walking in her gown was hard, since it had a huge slit in the front that showed a lot of leg as she walked. More than felt comfortable. But she couldn't admit it. Her golden six-inch heels were almost unbearable. It took her around three hours to master walking in them.
Last evening, she had heard her stylist and her mentors whispering outside of her room. She trembled as she thought of what she heard, and quickly sat down so her district partner, Tassel, wouldn't know she was scared. She was pretty, but she had to remain tough, with a Career mind-set. She replayed those horrible words in her mind.
"What is the dress like?" Gloss asked.
"The same as her interview angle," Ursula, my stylist answered. "She's going to look stunning! If half the men in Panem won't sponsor, I don't know who will."
"Let's just hope she works her looks for the audience," Gloss murmured. "Would it kill her to try?" When I heard the clunking of heels, I presumed Ursula had left.
"I don't know what will happen if she wins," Cashmere sighed, "she might end up catching unwanted attention from the men in the Capitol."
"You mean…"
"Yep. Diamond might end up like me."
"Are you sure?"
"Almost positive. I mean, she's clearly not as beautiful as I was when I was in the games, but she's attractive enough for people to want her."
There was a lot more talk before they left, but I was too sickened by it all to listen to the rest then. I was terrified. Would this really happen to me if I won? This morning, Cashmere had spent a lot of time working with me on how to portray the gorgeous, yet vicious look. I was told to flirt with Caesar and the audience as much as possible. I nodded like I knew what she meant. I did, to a certain extent. I'm meant to be like nearly every other district 1 female tribute. Truth is, I don't know a thing about flirting. I've never tried to work my looks for anyone, or anything. Cashmere told me I had to purr, not talk. How do you even purr? Cashmere said I had to bite my lip, wink, and toss my hair as much as possible. How will I fit that in while I'm trying to tell everyone how long I've waited to kill? I'm not even a Career! I attended three, maybe four training sessions back home before I gave up because I hated the idea of killing people. I ended up telling everyone I had private sessions. I'm way more interested in reading for hours on end than wielding a weapon.
Without realising, I follow Tassel into the tribute green room. It's not until I suddenly here the crowd roar that I look up. The huge T.V screen is lit up with Caesar Flickerman introducing Diamond Featherstone, the female tribute from District 1. Here goes nothing.