So this is the story that is replacing what used to be my SYOT. THIS IS NO LONGER AN SYOT, and therfore it is not interactive. I just had to say that. Anyway, even if you read my old story, this one has some new parts to it. So, I hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review!
In the Capitol, inside a violently magenta colored house with lime green shutters, lives a family of five. There is a mother, a father, an older sister and two young twins. The father is at home today and he sits on the couch to watch TV. There is a cooking show on, and the chef is instructing viewers in the making of a chicken covered in an orange sauce. This makes the father quite hungry, and he asks his wife if there is any food for him to eat. She replies "Of Course" and then tells him to get up and tend to the garden instead of watching TV. The older sister walks in the doorway and throws herself onto the couch. She turns on the TV and learns that the latest trend is orange skin and purple hair. Her younger brother runs into the room and snatches the remote out of her hands. She swears. There is a short argument and the sister leaves the room in a fury. She dials her best friend on the phone and complains and whines about her unfair life.
Later that night, the same family gathers around the television. They are watching another cooking show. Suddenly, the Capitol seal flashes across the TV and it is now the president who is on the screen.
"I'm sure you're all enjoying the summer. It certainly is a fine one this year. And I am pleased to announce that this year brings the Seventy Third annual hunger games! That's right, and the reapings are tomorrow."
Alina Escrinquell shakes her silver corkscrews and pushes her lavender bangs out of her face. She examines her hand and frowns as she sees that her natural skin color is beginning to show through the neon green. Oh well, she thinks. Orange skin is the new trend anyway. I'll get it redone after the games are over. She picks up her crocodile skin handbag (gold with black streaks, so last season) and walks quickly through the streets to the train station.
The security guard asks for her passport. Capitol citizens can't travel out of the city without one. She smiles, and hands it to him.
"Escort?"
"Why yes."
"Which district?"
"Three. I know, it's so far away. But at least I'm not in twelve." She shudders. "Poor Effie. How she can survive in that barbaric place, I hope I will never have to find out." Alina takes her passport back from the security guard and boards the train. She boards the train and watches a woman with a shiny purple bob step into the train car. It is Olia Cadece, the escort for district seven.
"You think your tributes will win this year?" Olia asks as she slides into the seat next to Alina. Alina frowns, and wrinkles mar her perfect features.
"You know they never do. And it's always been my dream to have escorted winning tributes."
"You have sad dreams."
"Not as sad as yours. Oh," Alina makes her voice high and squeaky to match Olia's. "Oh I just want to marry Finnick Odair. You could have sadder dreams than mine." Olia scowls.
"Your tributes will die in the bloodbath."
"Oh? You want to bet?"
"Sure."
"Your tributes won't make it five minutes." The two women grasp hands and violently shake them.
"This is the first year where I'm looking forward to the reapings."