HEY GUYS! JUST A HEADS UP THAT THEIR AREN'T GOING TO BE ALOT OF MARTIN POV'S IT JUST WOULDN'T BE THAT EXCITING...
CHRIS' POV
''Here's some advice; stay ALIVE !'' He cackles. Probably drunk.
''Ha,ha very funny...'' I say as I put down my cup in anger. Wait a minuet what am I doing!? I'm selected in the games. In the Hunger Games! Suddenly I'm eager. I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I WANT TO LIVE! Probably other tributes are training to death right now, and I'm just here drinking hot chocolate!
''Seriously, Haymitch what do? Do I run? Do I kill? Do I find my allies, Or do I just kill? Should I-'' His annoyed groan/sigh interrupts my frantic thoughts and questions. He rubs his nose with his index finger and his thumb he stays there for a while with his closed eyes.
''Haymitch?''
''OK,'' He sighs. ''Here's what you gotta do, but you have to listen very close because I AM NOT repeating it twice!''
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A grey light streaks through the blunt curtains of the capitol and hits my broken restless tear stained face.
''Wakey, wakey! We have got a big,big,big day ahead Chris!'' Sometimes I wonder how this bright coloured perky capitol woman can stay perky even in the worst of times. She takes out the same black outfit I had worn yesterday but it smells much more fresh. It smells like...roses. For some reason I had always hated the smell of roses, but ever since the reaping my hatred grew stronger. I wonder why.
''What time is it?'' I say half asleep half awake still under the silk covers, but it's hard to still sleep since the light is piercing through the silk blanket.
''13:05, now get up.''
13:05? what?
''But how is that possible-'' I stutter ''It only goes up till-''
''HAYMITCH!'' Effie screams as she clops through the door. ''HAYMITCH DON'T TELL ME YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING AGAIN! YOU'VE ONLY BEEN HERE FOR A DAY AND THERE'S ALREADY A BROKEN CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE ON THE FLOOR!'' There's a bit more grumbling in the background but I can't really make it out. Half of it because Haymitch is drunk and half because Effie is choking on his sour breath.
I hop out of bed, spend about an hour in the shower(or two) and stand in front of the same clothes. Is this really what I'm destined for? The games? ''Chris! CHRIS HURRY UP!'' I cannot go a second without hearing Effie's voice screaming her head off. I put on my rose smelling outfit and almost gag out the hot chocolate from the night before. ''CHRI-''
''Shut up woman! He's right there!'' Haymitch blows.
''Okey,dokey we better be on our way.''
R-I-I-I-P! I grit my teeth hard as Venia, a woman with golden silky green hair and inch long eyelashes savagely rips off a yank of fabric of my skin. ''Sorry!'' She squeakes in high pitched capitol accent. ''Your just awfully hairy!'' Why do they speak like that? High pitched voices, Hissed vowels and oddly pronounced vowels. I swear it's impossible to mimic them and their voices.
R-I-P! YIKES(!) I could have sworn that last one was on she finishes I feel like my lags are on fire and I grip the chair for comfort as hard as I could and squeeze my eyes shut. ''Sorry!really,truly!'' she says wincing as if she's going through the same pain. My prep team comes and says I look gorgeous even though I just have a gown on and dart out of the room. It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots. And yet, in an odd way, I know they're sincerely trying to help me.
