The Freshmen

I swear with the torture I went through getting my thick hair pulled back, eyebrows plucked, and face literally layered with make-up, I was going to punch the next stylist that came within a miles radius of me. Being from District 12, I was dressed up in a simple coal miner's outfit, spots of glitter here and there, and the most uncomfortable shoes in the universe to match. They herd my friend and me into a room, where we could see each other five hours later from our initial separation.

Erica wears normal clothes with pins, rulers, and threads protruding from her pockets, and a set of glasses perched on her forehead. I couldn't help but laugh at the reappearance of the mustache. Taylor was wearing a plain knee-length black dress with various see-through tubes running all over it. I assume that they were supposed to spawn many colors within the tubes. Destiny's frown told me that she didn't enjoy having to wear a navy blue hard hat with a Mohawk like thing running down the middle. Hanna was also placed in a dress that shimmed a shade of iron in the light. Out of the five of us, Hanna and Taylor look the best. (Erica is from the Textile District, Hanna is from Transportation, Destiny's from Power, Taylor's from Electronic, and if you don't know what District 12 is you're a noob.)

Reality couldn't sink farther than it already has at the sight of us. We are tributes. There's no way of changing that.

"You're all here! Fantastic!" Effie Trinket wannabe appears, and I begin to wonder if it took practice for her to stalk a person, "Now, you all seem a little confused about all this. Therefore I've taken the liberty of collecting the video tapes of the boys reaping!" She has each of us plunk down onto the couch centered in the room, facing the big TV, "Since we have an hour, enjoy!" She pops a DVD into the player, turns on the TV, and claps her hands once. The sound seems to bounce off the walls a few times before the lights went out and the TV starts playing.

The first scene was of her, her face a powdered blue mess, standing proudly in front of a microphone and a slip of paper between her well-manicured hands.

She reads the name clearly, and all my friends burst out in laughter at the name that follows, "District 6's tribute is Thomas Liar!"

I join my friend in there laughter. His name is actually Thomas Lair, not Liar. However, my laughter was cut short. Thomas was a freshman, like all of us. Will we be fighting our classmates?

The scenes that follow were all similar in nature. From Destiny's District, Chris Challis, from Taylor's, Bryce Main, from Erica's, some kid named Matthew or something, and from mine, Hunter Jones. I'm pretty sure no one else heard them since they continue to laugh throughout it. Trinket look alike claps violently, glaring at us. Even her make-up couldn't hide the red that was spreading across her face.

"What's so funny?!" She demands, and Erica stops laughing long enough to answer, "You said Liar! It's supposed to be Lair!"

"Girls, girls, settle down, it's time for the parade." A man voice speaks.

I look around for the source, and found none.

"Escort them please to their proper chariot." Effie Trinket wannabe nods her head at the order, pulling us up individually with what little strength she possessed.

"Hurry now. We have to be on time!"

The only reason I follow her to the chariots was my needs. I needed to know who would be playing as President Snow and Seneca Crane, who had our fate in their hands.

-Soul Spirit-