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Chapter 10-What to do with you?
I sit on the couch in the sitting room, waiting for the game makers to announce the results of the past few days of training. I don't expect much as we sit in silence. By 'we' I mean Chamomile, Mint, Akiera, Winnifer, and Vulcan's stylist, Tempest. Finally, on screen, Ceasar Flickerman appears and greets us.
"Good evening, I have here in my hands the results from the last few days of the tributes' training." He says. I listen as he reads off the names and scores. Gavin scores a 10, Ivy an 8, Viv gets a 9, Natia gets an 8, Tayten gets a 9, and Yvonne gets an 8. Not bad for the careers. I smile as Yves gets a 7. Finally, it's our district. "From district 6, Vulcan has scored a 7." Ceasar says. Vulcan high fives Mint and they quiet down to hear my score. "Ashes from District six has scored a 10" he says. I'm shocked. Surely I'm not deserving of that high of a score.
"Well done, Ash, that score is excellent" Chamomile says, making me blush.
"Yeah, how'd you manage it? Oh, I know, the fact that you're in with the careers. They're gonna tear you to bits" Vulcan says, storming out of the room. I look down the hallway to where he disappeared but say nothing. Akiera looks that way too before turning back to me.
"Don't mind him, he's just jealous because you scored better than he did" She says. I nod, feeling dread in the pit of my stomach.
As soon as I can, I slip away from the sitting room and take the elevator up to the roof. It's deserted so I go over to the railing and look down. The streets are beautiful in the light of the setting sun, all the buildings reflecting the light. It's beautiful I think to myself, taking a seat on a bench. The evening air is still relatively warm and I lean back, closing my eyes. Suddenly, the door to the roof bursts open and I hear a voice I recognize almost instantly; it's Tayten from district four. What could he want I wonder as I look at him.
"You, Gavin wants you downstairs." He says breathlessly.
"what for?"
"he didn't say"
I nod and follow him downstairs to the first floor.
"You do know that theres a thing called an elevator right?"
"Yeah, I just don't like them" this surprises me
"why not?" I don't expect an answer so when I get one, it catches me off guard
"My dad died in an elevator accident" he says
"Oh…" I trail off as I follow him down the stairs to the bottom floor. He disappears into one of the rooms and I follow him. Gavin sits on his bed and smiles as I enter.
"Thanks, Tayten, you can leave now" He says. The district four boy leaves quietly and I look at Gavin.
"What's up?" I ask.
"I wanted to congratulate you on your training score, nice job on scoring a ten." He says, I feel a blush creep over my face.
"Thanks" we look at each other for a few moments in silence, finally, he pats the space beside him.
"Come sit with me" I sit next to him and he puts an arm around me. Fear suddenly washes through me as I realise just how close the games are.
"The games are in three days" I state. He nods. "What the hell am I going to do?"
"We'll protect you" He says soothingly.
"But I'm not a career" I look up into his eyes, fear clear in my gaze.
"That's fine, we've decided already that we will bring you as far as we can" He gives my shoulder a squeeze. I feel unease creep into my stomach.
The next morning, Chamomile wakes me up with a soft voice.
"Come on Ashes, it's time to get up, we have a lot of work to do today" she says
I blink open my brown eyes and look at her, unamused. She smiles sweetly at me and I get up, giving her the death glare.
"What are we doing today?" I ask.
"Deciding what you're going to do for the interviews" she replies
I spend the morning with Baylee, learning how to walk in like six inch heels and how to sit with a full length ball gown. My feet hurt like hell by the time I walk into my content session with Chamomile and I flop into the chair across from her.
"Rough morning?" She asks. I nod, looking at her. "Don't worry, we won't be trying on any dresses this afternoon we're going to figure out what your interview angle will be." She says, smiling at me.
"Thanks, my feet are absolutely killing me" I say, waiting expectantly.
We talk for a little while before she decides what my interview angle will be. "I've decided that your angle will be sweet and flirty." She says, looking at me. I nod, not really buying it. "I want you to answer my questions in character of a sweet, flirty girl from district six" she says
"But that's not me" I protest. She silences me with a look
"It doesn't have to be the real you, people just have to like you"
This is going to be interesting I think as I begin answering her questions in character. After a few, I find myself falling into the character and it becomes a lot more real.
"Now you've got it, if I didn't know you, I'd think this was actually you" I smile at her. "alright, I think that's it for today, you're released to do as you please till dinner" I thank her and head to my room to take a nap or something