(A/N): Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, but I think the next chapter needs to start there. I bought all three of the Hunger Games books in the past two days, and I finished reading Mockingjay yesterday, yay! My sister is now reading Hunger Games, so I have someone to talk about it with. Hope you enjoy this chapter, because more is on its way!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the numerous OC's, the rest belong to Suzanne Collins.
Lily
"Wake up lazy bones!" Amber's voice called from outside the door, her nails clicking across the door as she knocked.
"I'm up, I'm up." I replied, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, instantly heading to the shower for a hot wake up all. After washing the conditioner from my hair I toweled myself dry, stepping into dark pink zip up hooded jacket, matched with some black pants and a pair of slip on running shoes. I exited my room and made my way down the wobbling, narrow passageway to the dining room. Everyone was already at the table, Salem eating quietly, carrying on a whispered conversation with Seeder, who was watching Chaff as he danced around behind Amber, a bottle of alcohol hanging loosely in his grip.
"Morning all." I said quietly, approaching the empty chair next to Salem and shoveling food onto my plate. Chaff sits down next to me and nudges me in the ribs with his elbow, but I ignore him for the moment in preference of eating. Finally, when I've eaten all I can muster, I turn to face him. "Yes?" I asked, feigning boredom.
"Correct!" He rasps before bursting into gravelly laughter, clearly drunker than the District Twelve Mentor, and that's saying something.
"And the crap just keeps on coming." I mutter, taking a sip of the glass of water in front of me.
"Look who woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Salem whispered so only I could hear, a grim smile gracing his features as he kept his eyes on his food so no one would realize that he said anything.
"Well what do you expect? I've been abducted into these stupid games, had to leave my family to probably go die, and I'm supposed to be all smiles and laughter? Fuck that." I mutter, one hand clenched around my knife, the other fisted and resting on my knee.
"Ooh, look who finally got angry." Salem replied with a small laugh as Seeder pulled Chaff off the floor, sighing and shaking her head in disgust.
"Well, you don't see that everyday." I commented as Seeder pulled Chaff's shirt from where it was stuck to his back and pouring a bucket of ice down his shirt.
"Be glad you don't." Seeder growled and stalked out of the room, dragging a shivering Chaff behind her, leaving us both shocked.
"She could hear us the entire time?" Salem asked, his eyes still set on the door she went into, shoving Chaff ahead of her.
"At least we didn't say anything bad about them." I shrugged, taking another sip from my glass.
"Yeah." Salem muttered, glancing back at where Seeder had disappeared before going back to his bacon and eggs. Around half an hour later, when we had finished breakfast, Seeder and Chaff emerged from the room, Seeder shaking her head in disgust, Chaff sobered up and had the appearance of someone who had just been drowned half to death before being dried off and pushed out into a dining room.
"Yes, well, we'll be arriving in the Capitol very soon, a you know, and you will be handed over to your stylist's. Whatever you think, do as they tell you, everything they do can either lose you or gain you sponsors, and I've met the stylist's for this year, trust me, they'll do good with you if only you listen to them."
(A/N): Hope you liked the chapter, it was really hard to write in some places. If anyone is actual reading this, could you please review, cos at the moment I feel like I'm talking to a barren wasteland full of crickets.