You Never Realize You Need Them Until They're Gone
A/N: Thank you to you who have reviewed…A shout out to the first person who reviewed…I would love to read your story, Children Of The Games, it sounds really interesting, but I couldn't find it under stories and you didn't leave you pen name, so if you want you can PM, and I will read your story.
Disclaimer: I still do not own the Hunger Games. *Sigh*
I awoke to Mark lying on the bed across the room. He too had grabbed an apple and was now asleep.
"Mark," I called softly.
He awoke with a jolt.
"What?" He mumbled.
"We have to get ready, your interviews are tonight, and our stylists will be here really soon," I said.
On cue there came a knock on the door.
I walked over and opened it. Out side there was a crowed of maybe ten or eleven people.
"Um Hi…" I said questionably.
"Hi," said a man through a thick Capitol accent. "I'm Ben, I will be Cheyenne's stylist," He finished.
They walked through the door. Half of them walked over to where Mark was laying on the bed and the rest stayed with me.
They got right to work. One put down a stool, and Ben told me to step up onto it.
Ben took a tape measure out of his bag and measured every inch of my body.
Once he was done, he brushed the shirt off my shoulder, and like I had said earlier it didn't fit too well and it feel all the way to the floor and landed in a heap around my ankles.
I closed my eyes in embarrassment, but before I had closed them, I caught Mark sneak a glance at me. I made a mental note to tell him off later.
My stylists continued as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
They pulled out different colors of every fabric imaginable. It didn't seem as if they would ever come up with something they all agreed on.
They kept at it for a couple hours, stitching here and sewing there, cutting a chunk here, and pins poking me everywhere.
Once the out fit was complete and all the pins removed, they let me off the stool and told me to go look in the floor to ceiling mirror on the opposite side of the room.
When I glanced into the mirror, my breath caught in my throat.
I stared at the mirror, but someone who couldn't possibly be me stared back.
My long blonde hair was in strands, like after you was your hair and shake your head, but it was dry and pinned up in a clip. I was wearing a golden dress that fit snuggly to the curves in my body and hung tightly to the edge of my shoulder. I had a golden tiara resting on the top of my head.
Ben came over and clipped golden hoop earrings onto my ears and pulled the prettiest shoes I had ever seen out from behind his back. I know I'm not really into the whole girly thing, but I do now a nice pair of shoes when I see one. They, like the rest of my outfit were a glowing gold. They had a tall heal and straps that entwined themselves around each other. They came up to about my ankles.
I carefully stepped into them and fastened the small silver buckles. I stood up to get the full effect. I gazed at the image across from me. It was a sight that I would never forget.
Just then Ben placed a golden necklace around my neck and fastened the clasp.
"You look amazing," Mark said as he walked up behind me to look in the mirror.
"You don't look to bad yourself," I said politely back, and I wasn't lying either.
In the mirror, I saw him extend his arm; I played my arm in his as he escorted me to the dining hall.
We walked in and found two seats together at the table. He pulled my chair out for me, and I sat down quietly as he took the seat next to me. The room was quiet while it filled up with other people. They were not all kids that would be competing in the games; but also people from the Capitol, that were going to watch us kill each other in a few weeks. Just the thought of it made my insides twist.
Once everyone was in the room, the food started arriving.
There were trays with all sorts of different colors and foods of all shapes and sizes. They placed platter after platter in front of me. I grabbed a few things, but not to much.
Mark on the other hand had piled his plate high with food and was already digging into it.
I placed my first piece of Capitol food, besides the apple, on my tongue, and slowly started to chew. A burst of flavor erupted in my mouth. I felt like I was floating, the food was the best thing I had ever tasted.
After we finished eating, music started to play and couples started getting up and dancing.
"Will you dance with me?" Mark leaned over and whispered in my ear when we were some of the last people sitting at the table.
I nodded.
He took my hand and led me out to the dance floor. We danced, and it was actually fun. Mark and I spun and danced, until I eventually felt dizzy and headed to the bathroom.
When I got inside the bathroom, I walked over to a stall and sat on the toilet. My stomach was churning with all the rich food. I waited for a while and until I heard people come in.
"I need to loose some food," One said, you could tell she was drunk.
"Here," The other slurred as she passed something to the other person. "Makes you vomit, so you can eat more," She continued sluggishly.
I got out of the stall and walked out. I couldn't believe it; people at the Capitol puked after they ate, just so they could eat more, while there were people who starved everyday, because of the lack of food. The thought made me want to be sick, but I shut the thought out of my head as I went to find Mark, I wanted to enjoy my evening, even if it was in the Capitol.
I found Mark and we started dancing angina, until the music stopped. Everyone turned to look up at the stage. I turned too, but just to see the man that I hated more than anything in the world.
Important Must Read: If you are the first person who reviewed, I would really like to read your story, so you can either PM me or leave another review with your penname in it! :)