"HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU!" Sycamore exploded, "CAREERS DO NOT ACT THAT WAY! CAREERS ARE MATURE! NOT STUPID! NOT CAKE STEALING DELINQUENTS!"
So were delinquents no. That's a new one." Alex was still exploding with laughter beside me, but I had stopped and started stuffing pieces of cake in my mouth.
"DON'T EAT THAT! YOU STOLE IT!"
"So." I said between bites. "It's just cake, the Avox's can make more."
"THE AVOX ARE NOT YOUR SLAVES!" Sycamore said, though I could tell he was lying.
"Yeah, okay. Then what are they?" I asked, knowing he didn't have an answer. He stayed quiet. "Thought so, anyways where's Memphis and Harland?"
"They are out, though its none of your business. And stop changing the subject! This is about you AND Alex!"
"I still don't see whats wrong. Its just a cake." Alex had been silently eating away at it, but now he started to talk.
"IT'S JUST A CAKE! JUST A CAKE! WHAT IF THAT WAS FOR THE OPENING CEREMONY! YOU COULD HAVE JUST RUINED THE WHOLE THING! YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT! A DISGRACE! YOU HAVE SHAMED DISTRICT TWO!"
"SHAMED! WOW! YOU CAPITOL PEOPLE REALLY ARE OVER REACTIVE!" I shouted at him starting to get annoyed.
"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT! LEAVE! GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!"
"I WOULD BUT, YOU KNOW, THAT'S IN DISTRICT TWO!"
"GO!" Sycamore stopped turning red and started to go purple. I would have kept shouting, but I figured he would have run out of breath, and possibly died.
"Fine." I said leaving the cake and walking to the room that's supposedly mine.
Alex still sat there eating cake. He never really was able to have some, even on the rare occasion like birthdays, his parents were so obsessed with him, being a career.
I walked into 'my' room, it was cold and dark and extremely unpleasant. I stayed there till, Memphis came in, from the look on her face she came back not to long ago, she told me it was time to go to back to the stylists then left again. I sat for a minute after she left then stood up. I had lost my will to talk, so I didn't. Not in the room, not when Alex was talking to me about Sycamore's break down, not even in the elevator. I had no need to and I had no want to.
Finally I stepped off the elevator and walked ahead of everyone else, towards the door and stepped in. I walked faster down the hall, not wanting to have anyone to catch up to me and try and talk. Though I couldn't avoid it forever, my stylists will try to talk to me, and of course then I am going to have to, or else they might cry. After walking for a while I got to the door that my stylists would be, and surely are, behind. I knocked then entered, looking around, no one was there.
I found my voice and called, "hello? Is anyone here?" No one answered. I walked farther in, feeling like I was in some bad horror movie. "Seriously guys. Where are you?"
Finally someone came around a corner. "Oh honey! Thank goodness your here! We heard from sycamore what happened today!" Apple said coming towards me. "But don't worry! No one else knows. it can be a secret."
Oh. Dear. God. "Yeah, um okay. But where is everyone else?"
"Oh their over here! We're just getting the final-final touches on the outfit. Come on, times a wasting, best get started now." She pushed me around the corner and sat me down on the table I have got myself way to familiar with.
"Okay I am going to start with your hair, Lotus will be here any second." Apple started on my hair and minutes later Lotus showed up. He did his normal, oh sweetie wow your beautiful like a flower, type thing then started on my nails. It took awhile but Lotus finished my nails and moved onto makeup, Apple still working on my hair.
After a while they finished and I looked in the mirror. I looked like me, but different. My eyes didn't change, my hair had 4-5 curls and had a two front bits of my hair braided back connected together by an intertwining knife and sword. The makeup around my eyes vaguely resembled an explosion and my lips were painted bright red. I look strangely more mature, if that's even possible.
"Do you like it?" Lotus asked, as I looked at my nails. They were painted red with silver and gold lines.
"It's amazing!" I say, utterly shocked.
'Thanks! Now come on sweetie you gotta go get your outfit on." Lotus said as Apple sent me in the direction of Clyde's office. They sure seemed nervous.
I walked around Clyde's office for a bit, looking at all the pictures. I learned he had a daughter and a son, they seemed mine and Alex's age, and were in a old arena reenacting a death. The daughter seemed to be the one who won. There was no wife, or any other girl for that matter. Clyde walked in while I was holding a picture of the son, who looked strangely familiar. "Put that down!" Clyde said striding towards me, I quickly put the picture down clumsily, but it managed to stand.
"S-sorry. I stammered, not to sure why I was nervous.
"It's fine. Just don't touch any of my pictures." Clyde said, a stern look on his face as he sat down.
"R-right!" I stuttered again. My mind kept returning to the picture of the boy, I had seen him. Known him. He just seemed so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Sooooooo," I said trying to start the conversion started, him glaring at me was starting to creep me out. "My um outfit, for the parade, it's ready?"
"yes, yes, of course it's ready. Wait one moment, I'll go get it." Clyde stood, glared at me once more, then left. At that moment it occurred to me that the way I acted earlier could effect the outfits he made.
I started to get worried, what if it did? What if he made me seem weak! This could not be good! No one would sponsor me! After what seemed like hours of worrying, it was probably actually only five minutes, Clyde finally walked back in, holding my outfit and all my worries started up again.
As soon as he pulled the dress out of the plastic protecting it, all my worries washed away.
SORRY FOR ALL THE WONKY POSTING TIMES I'VE BEEN REALLY BUSY WITH HOMEWORK AND SCHOOL, BUT I'LL TRY TO POST MORE OFTEN. HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!
