I wake up to Grey's high pitched voice squealing, "We're in the Capitol! Now get up up up!"
Darn. Why don't they just leave us alone untill we get to the games! As soon as I open my eyes, I realize that it wasn't all a nightmare, but that I was on the train that went to the Capitol. Oh! That's what she's squealing about.
After we get into town, I'm led to this town square-like place. People lead me to a room in one of the stores, and before I know it, the prep team is washing me, rubbing of my skin, shaving my eyebrows, and ripping all the hair off of my body, with the exception of my head.
After about an hour of this horrible torture, the prep team goes out the door and is replaced by a lady that actually looks normal, untill she takes her hat off. That's when her hair comes out and stands on end.
"I've been thinking about your dress, and came up with a dress that looked like a Petunia, since that's your name." If I hear one more word in that stupid accent, I swear, I will explode! I swallow my irratation.
"I think it's a good idea. Oh, and another thing, can you please not talk like that?" The moment I said it, I regreted it.
"Are you making fun of the Capitol?"
"Er, no." I answer. Who am I kidding. We make fun at the accent all the time, but I can't tell her that because she already looks like she'll knock at least ten of my teeth out.
"Okay, that's good. Now let's get to work on those plans." It turns out that besides the fact that she's from the Capitol, which is the city I despise the most, she's not the bad tempered person I thought she was earlier.
After the plans are drawn out, I'm allowed to go back onto my quaters on the train, and prepare for dinner.
Last night, I slept through dinner, so I didn't know that while most of the districts were starving, the Capitol had full, rich meals every single day, which is an outrage. I only eat a few bites of meat, and some of the vegetables. Then I realize that they're just fatening us up so that we're not as used to being hungry.
After everybody finishes, I go to my fashion designer to see my dress for when they show the tributes. My dress looks just like my favorite flower!
"Get ready! We need to hurry!" I slip into my dress, and french braid my hair down my back. Now I look radiant. I'm ready walk down the hall and meet in the tributes' circle, and do exactly that. As I walk down the hallway, I vow that I will only kill in defense.
