Sparkles
You're the sexy one, the one that gets the crowd going and gets the boys excited. You're the one who has to make fighting look like some hot girl fight, with a bend in the hip there and an exposure of your neck here.
You're the one that's supposed to make alliances not only thanks to your district, but also thanks to your looks. Most people starve because they don't have enough food; you starve because it's so much better to look tall and lush and skinny enough to make even those ugly tribute uniforms look attractive.
You're the one who Cato instantly looks at when you are all put together for the first time. And he says to you, "District 1?" And you nod, smile coyly, and bat your glittery eyelashes. And everything about you says District 1, as your costume twinkles, and your eyes are dazzling, and your laugh is bright.
You literally shine.
When you walk onto the stage for your interview with Caesar, flouncing and smiling in your see-through gold gown, you turn the sexy up a notch and flirt with all you've got. And three minutes later when you're walking away, you notice the eyes of most boys following you off the stage as Marvel enters.
In the arena, you know how to fight thanks to some basic training, but you're lucky that you're in an alliance with skilled fighters like Cato and Clove, who are almost inhuman in their ability to kill. During the bloodbath at the Cornucopia, you pick up the most eye-catching weapon there: the bow and arrows. You aren't that great with them, but if they draw the eye then they must be meant for you.
You flirt with Cato, and you laugh when you kill a girl for lighting a fire on the first night. How very stupid of her, you think, but you don't have time to think superficial thoughts of sadness for her. You need to make yourself invaluable to Cato so he won't kill you until everyone else is gone, and then maybe you can stand a chance fighting him one-on-one somehow.
A few days pass, and you're still alive. In fact, things are looking promising because the so-called Girl on Fire is stuck up a tree, wounded, and you're safe on the ground cuddled up to Cato. You dream of pretty gems that sparkle when you hold them up to the light like Daddy used to, and how captivating their glittery shell is. You want to sparkle like that too, and your mother says, "Work hard, Glimmer, and you can." And you think of home, until all of a sudden you wake up to the sound of buzzing.
Buzzing? And there is a swarm of wasps around you. You scream, and feel stings everywhere on your body. You can't get away, and you call uselessly for help. Anyone?
You fall, twitching, and suddenly it doesn't hurt anymore. You look up and see sparkles of light floating upwards, and a light coming closer to you, a gleam of something better than this godforsaken battlefield. You twitch one more time, and step into the light. You may have not won the Hunger Games, but there is a glimmer of hope that there's something better on the other side.
A/N: Yeah, it's a little angsty, sorry. For some reason, I just love Glimmer. I feel like I would be super into a longer fic about her and Cato, so if anyone has seen good ones like that, let me know and I'd love to read. Maybe I'll write one sometime? Anyways, read and review and make this author really happy :)