Chapter 4-Katniss POV:
I woke up, early on the morning of the interview show, and I felt my fingers shaking. I had been caught crossing the district boundary, twice now. I'm am, what's called in my district, 'house bound.' Which means I am not allowed to come out of my house, or shack. Mum has to get the food now. A squirrel, is the only thing my mum can afford, because she is one of the only women who don't work in this district.
I had woken up early, firstly on purpose, secondly because of another, stupid, nightmare. This had been the second one, since Prim and Gale had gone, and in both, Prim had died. Sometimes I even woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or my floor mattress, anyway. "KATNISS?" I heard my mum yell., and I poked my head round her door, because it would give my hands awful splinters, and I don't exactly approve of the pain, and neither would she. "Yes?" I decided to go simple, and innocent. "Would you go down...-" I look at her, annoyed as Hell. "Never mind." She smiles sympathetically, I simply rolled my eyes, and ran back up the breaking wooden stairs.
I heard stomp like footsteps come up the stairs, and then a large splashing sound. "Mom?" I looked around my bathroom door. "Katniss, have a bath, you want to be clean for the trial." She gave me a dusty blue flannel, and some rose flavoured soap. I suddenly knew whose this was, "This is Prim's. I can't use this." I dropped it, and a melancholy frown slapped my face, as I could see through my cracked mirror. I picked it up, and she swiped it out of my hand. "Fine." She protested out of sympathy. "I'm going for my bath now." I took a towel off of the banister. It wasn't going to be clean, but it would be decent. I moaned as the hot water caressed my skin lovingly. I looked at my flat stomach. "Ugh. Why won't you grow?" I rolled my eyes, as mum yelled at me. "I'm going to the bakery!" I heard our netting door slam against the wooden frame. I could finally relax. I was taking deep breaths, in, out. In, out, for a couple of minutes, to find my inner peace. But, as usual, nothing happened. It only made me more melancholy and stressed.
Prim POV:
Cinna woke me up early, to start making my ' impressionable' look. My heart was still racing, but not as hard as the night before.
I felt a slight tug in the back of my head, and then an even larger tug. He was cutting my hair. I wanted to yell 'STOP!' But there was no chance. "Prim?" I looked at him through the glowing mirror, instead of turning, and him ruining my haircut.
"Yes, Cinna?" His brown eyes glowed in the sunlight, peeking through the ceiling windows. "I will make you look... impressionable." His pause made it sound surreal. Then I thought I would add in, "Will you? Will someone sponsor me?" I pleaded, innocently. "Its certain." He nodded to himself, then gave me a quick nod, and I smiled, even though I probably shouldn't have done. "And... Doing this will be your intimate death sentence?" I nodded. Of course I knew. I choked back the tears, "Yes, of course I know, Cinna. Do you think I would have let my sister do this, if I had the choice?" Again, I choked back the tears, and wiped my eyes of any stray tears that had escaped, because of my emotion. "Prim." He stopped. His eyes flickered in the light, and then he grabbed a brush, and started to yank the hairbrush down my rat's tails, what I call hair. "I'm sorry, Cinna. I didn't mean to… Yell." His sympathetic look changed my mood, and his too, and then an awkward silence up-rose. I didn't know what to say, or what he would say. "How long have you been working in the Capitol?" I started with that. He looked as if he was counting on his fingers, and I sighed. "I think it's been 4 years, since I was 20." I nodded and smiled, he smiled back as he put the hairbrush back on the trolley. "That's cool." And again, the awkward silence filled the room with awkward tension, and I bit my lip. "How old are you again, Prim?" I paused, because I didn't want to tell him.
"12." I put my head in my hands, while he straightened my hair, so it wasn't so out of control.
"Right." He tapped my head, and I looked up at him. "You will survive this, Prim." I looked at him.
"Ugh," I sighed. "Gale?" I looked back at the mirror.
"Well, Gale has been talking to his stylist, and she told me." I nodded, and smiles.
"He is passionate about my sister, Katniss." I nodded and laughed.
"He likes her?" He nudged me on the elbow, and my eyes turned back to him.
"Yes, he does." He took me to the changing rooms, and that was where my throat, became tickly engrossed, in nervousness…