Author's note: Here's the third chapter. Hope you like it.
Thank you gethsemane342 for ur support (and hollabelle too) I thought about what u said in ur review, and I think you're right. I think I just put my own reaction in it… =P
Anyways, thanks!
I looked out of the train. So this was the Capitol. I was so… surprised. It was so rich and powerful, exactly the contrary than District 11. I imagined it differently. You know, rich, but not this rich. Not this big, not this illuminating.
The people were waving at us, outside, and I thought they actually looked like good people. But then, I took that thought back in an instant. These were the people that were enjoying watching me die!
This is was beyond horrible. I was mortified, and I didn't know what to do.
Our mentor, Joru, won the Hunger Games 20 years ago – we hadn't won since – and told us to go to our stylists, without addressing them. Are we supposed to worship them, too? I thought in my head.
The team looked at me with big eyes when I came into the room. It was like they were looking at a dog born with only three feet. [which could actually happen]. I wanted to scream at them, but I knew it wouldn't do anything. So I just sat down, in the middle of the room, while they were looking at my bare body.
"What are we supposed to do with a belly so huge?" They were probably asking themselves.
Maybe The Capitol even considered taking the kid out of my stomach so I could have a fair advantage. Not that they cared. They knew that we were going to lose anyways. Maybe not Loon, but me, it was sure at this point.
My stylist ended up giving me a kind of Greek dress, with flowers in my hair, wheat along my arms, and putting this gold green-ish kind of body paint. I looked good, even if I had a huge belly. I'm sorry, but sometimes you had to say the truth.
As I entered the Chariot, I started really agonizing over peoples' reactions to me being pregnant. I never felt so aware of my body, nor was I so nervous. As people saw me, they didn't applause, they didn't scream, they didn't smile…
They were completely silent.
Silence was worst than I imagined.
But then, the crowd started screaming like crazy. They screamed my name, and they, even if these were the people that will watch me die, gave me hope. I wasn't rejected as I thought I would be. They just gave me hope, hope to actually try, and not fail in the first few hours.
For the first time, I felt like I wanted to win.
I went into the training building. It was the richest place I have ever been in, counting the train. The elevator shot up, and then I recognized Katniss.
"Hello. I don't think you remember me, I am Rue's little sister."
As I said this, her eyes widened. She recognized me, of course, but then her eyes drifted to my stomach.
"Hi." Was her simple answer.
I was disappointed, and I thought it was stupid to be like that since, Katniss, right now is probably my worst enemy. She was staring at me like crazy. Of course this took about 20 seconds, since this elevator was so fast. I was exhilarated by the feeling. When I walked out I saw her still staring at my stomach.
"Yes, I am pregnant." And I stormed out the elevator.
I saw a really, really, wonderful house. Of course the dining room was bigger than my whole house.
Suddenly, sleep came over me. I went to my part of the floor, but Loon came.
"So, really, who is the guy?"
"Why do you care so much? You want to know my weak point or something?"
"No. It's just curiosity." I looked into his deep eyes, and I noticed he looked kind of hot. I took that thought back, thinking to myself that I was pregnant and I shouldn't think about this.
"It is none of your business."
"It is. I represent the same tribute as you, I at least deserve to know who is the father of your child." What was with him?
"I won't tell you. Now go away."
He banged me on the wall, with ferocity in his eyes. So maybe we do have hope in winning these Games, I thought, with such a violent guy around.
"What is your problem? Why do you want to know that much?"
"Because. I want to know."
"I won't tell you unless you tell me why you want to know so badly."
"Fine. It's because I think… I could be… the father."
My mind went blank after that.
Author's note: Always expect the unexpected, Fiji.
