So, uhhmm this is the next chapter, my first story.
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Forgot to say, these are not my characters credits go to Suzzanne Collins I just simply expanded on some of the minor characters.
Sorry I kind of take a long time to write, busy, busy!
District 8 – Dandelium Meje
When the overwhelming ceremony ends we are whisked off to private rooms where we are to say goodbye to our loved ones. As expected no one shows up to say goodbye to me or Messa… whatever his name is.
As we are loaded onto the train I feel certain I do not want to survive the games. Even if I had loved ones I wouldn't want to return home, because if I won President Snow would kill them all any way.
I find the nearest couch on the train, lie down and fall into a deep, disturbing sleep.
I awake in time to see the recap of the reapings. I am certain after seeing the first 11 districts that even if I tried to win I would have a slim chance of even making it past the cornucopia. District 1, 2 and 11 look very strong and brave but, district 12 is the only district that leaves a lasting impression on me. As I see the 16 year old Katniss Everdeen volunteers for her younger sister in such a desperate way. Next, is a boy named Peeta Mellark, ocean blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair that falls over his forehead in waves. The emotionless block that covers his pain, the way he walks, everything about Peeta, the buy from the poor district is attractive. It feels like a force is pulling me towards him, something strong. He will win, I know it, I need it, I want it!
"Well, well, well, don't we have some compition this year" chimes the escort Sharol. Ew, I hate her. I stand up and leave the room not wanting to hear another word from this woman. I navigate my room and when I am about to shut the door I am surprised to find Messa…uhm I think I'll just stick to calling him Messa, standing in front of the door.
I stare into his Black eyes and wonder what he wants from my pitiful life. "What?" I ask hoarsely.
"Kill me" he whispers in reply. This, to me is an insane request.
"Huh? Wait, NO! Not now, not ever, I can't, I mean, I won't, never." I reply, stunned.
"In the arena, I want you to kill me. I don't want some crazed masochist who will eat my flesh to, I want you" he almost screams at me.
"But you could win!" I scream louder, he has no reason to want to die!
"I don't want to, neither do you." I have nothing else to say, I push him back at the chest and slam the door in the idiot`s face.
I know I will have another sleepless night for sure.
I surprisingly fall asleep very quickly and only awake to find Sharol banging on my door yelling for me to get up, informing me that we are at the capitol. Damn, I hate this woman more and more every freaking second!
I purposely take as long as I can to get ready, skip breakfast, and arrive late at the exit doors on the train.
"You got us worried, and kept us waiting, ugh."Hissed Sharol.
"Who said I wanted you to wait, I would have been perfectly fine navigating my way to the prep room myself."I shot back.
"C'mon" she snapped and the train doors flew open, dropping my jaw in astonishment, seeing the colourful capitol for the first ever time.
When we get to our floor in the training center our stylists greet us and take us to our prep rooms so they can get us ready for the opening ceremonies.
Kaysa my ugly capitol stylist looks just like Sharol with his yellow skin, orange hair and dark green eyes.
"Darlin, your black hair and your piercing black eyes will go well with this costume we made you" says Kaysa.
"Uh..." I reply not really paying attention to a word he says after that. Three girls around twenty all walk in and begin waxing the layers of hair off my legs and arms. Just like the other Capitol people they are quite unappealing with dark skin and short pink hair. The whole time they work they have a look of disgust on their face as if they have never seen leg hair before in their lives. JC, Lonya and Jolk.
I have never really put much thought into my appearance before. Normally I wear old ripped jeans with baggy sweaters- nothing I wear really ever fits beacuase I have never had a proper meal since I was 4 and I am forced to eat whatever I can scavenge myself, I am only around 60 pounds. I often wear my hair up in a messy ponytail leaving my bangs in my face. Clearly, Capitol people would hate living in the poor, ugly districts.
When the prep team finishes Kaysa instructs me to strip off my clothes so he can inspect my naked body. "My, oh my, miss Meje you are so scrawny, like a twig, eat a little would you?"
"I would if I could. You don't know anything, shut up!" I snap back. Capitol people are horrible.
He passes me my toga type dress and I slip it on. He braids my hair back adding little pieces of thread and ties a brown lace around my waist. Due to my districts industry being textiles I am a walking material rack. My white toga thing hangs off one shoulder because it doesn't quite fit right.
"Its, okay, I suppose" I say trying to get him started.
"Oh, trust me I know" He says shelfishly.I should have seen that coming, huff.
When I arrive at our carriage for the opening ceremony Messa is already waiting for me, he offers me a hand but I kindly decline not wanting to get close to another person who will yet again die before my eyes. I pay little attention to the ride and grip on to my seat for dear life. I think we are about finished our opening carriage ride when I hear the crowd shouting the name I love to hear "PEETA!" Peeta! Oh my I almost forgot all about the good looking, strong man. I turn to see Peeta on fire, wonderful, magnificent, menacing fire. Then, I see Katniss Everdeen my role model holding my Peeta by the hand. "Ugh," I murmur, hopefully not loud enough for any ears but mine. What I would do to live in Katniss` shoes! Oh, sweet, loving, legendary Katniss Everdeen. District 12 the poor, coal mining district, on fire.
This may not have been the best spot to end it but I suppose it will due.
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