Chapter 4 of All a Dream!
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Katniss POV:
In the morning, when I look in the mirror, I see that my eyes are bloodshot, there are red scratch marks on my face (probably from my nails) and my hair is a complete tangled wreck (which is the least of my worries).
My prep team is not going to like this since interviews are tonight.
When I walk down the hall to eat something for breakfast, Flavius is the one who spots me first.
"EhhhArrghAHH! His eyes widen
That causes Octavia to turn around, she jumps when she sees me and then gives me an expression appropriate of just witnessing a murder.
God.. I think in my head
"When you are done eating, you are to come straight. to. us!" Octavia emphasizes the last three words like she doesn't think I understand English.
I nod, but when I look away, I roll my eyes and scowl. Now is not the time to get on the bad side with my prep team.
They finish their food quickly and rush out of the room, preparing my torture devices, A.K.A hot wax, tweezers and a bath full of a foul smelling lotion.
Ugh. At least Cinna isn't this dramatic.
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Haymitch, still drunk, laughs at me and gestures to my hair and the scratches on my face, "Heh. What did you do this morning, get in a fight with a cat?"
I scowl at him.
"Don't make fun of me or this-" I gesture to the scratches on my face "-is going to happen to you" I point at him and cross my arms
"Hmm." He nods "Maybe one of them will survive" Not particularly talking to anybody
He stumbles out of the room to get more alcohol.
Peeta turns to me, "Are you okay?" He narrows his eyebrows, concerned.
"Yep." I say
"Well you don't seem okay.."
"And why is that?"
"Well, how you started sobbing at the training session..." He pauses as if to think
I start getting worried.
"...I heard you yelling.."
I bite my lip
"I don't know particularly what you were saying" He adds "and you come out of your room and you have scratch marks all over your face and bloodshot eyes. i don't think everything is okay."
I have to tell him about my nightmares, dammit. I don't really know how I thought I could keep them a secret from everyone when I am screaming at the top of my lungs every day at 2 in the morning.
"Jusnigmaresnothingtuhworryabouttheyrejustaboutstuffigottodealwith!" I say quickly
"What did you say?" he asks, with a confused look on his face
"Sorry, I just have nightmares about..." I pause "...My sister going into the Hunger Games. Only sometimes. But i'm fine."
Yeah right. I think
"So, do you know what you are going to do for the game makers in the private training session?"
"Not sure.." He says, not pushing me to say anything else
"What are you going to do?" He asks me
"Maybe shoot some arrows." I answer
"Hmm." He replies
"Well, I think I better go see my prep team so they can lecture me" I say
"Yeah, okay"
"See yuh"
"Yep"
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My prep team covers up the scratches on my face and manages to get the knots out of my hair, but they lecture me about the bags under my eyes from lack of sleep.
They make me spend an hour in the bath and they wax my arms and legs again because my hair was starting to grow back. They told me that my hair grows too fast, how am I supposed to help that?! Urgh!
Finally, they are done making me look acceptable for the capitol 30 minutes before we have to go show the game makers a chosen skill in a private training session.
Sorry I also had to make this chapter rather short.
But I will update soon!
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Have a great summer!
