Chapter Eleven- Katniss' POV
It's been about a week since Simon went to Panem. I hope all the time that everyone makes it here OK.
In the meantime however, we discover all the things we've been missing.
For instance, Bluebell is going to take us to a shopping mall, which is sorta like the Hob, except nicer and cleaner.
"Come on Kit-Kat," Bluebell calls to me, knowing full well that i don't like that nickname.
When we finally get there, the mall is crowded and bustling.
There are stairs that move by themselves and a whole bunch of stores that have lots of clothing on people-like molds in the front windows.
"We are going to get you some new clothes girl," Gwella cheers enthusiastically, her petite form jumping up and down.
"Great!" I say, being dragged off by Bluebell's friends.
We enter a store called Expressions Clothing.
The clothes are all too prissy for me. They were all flowered blouses and tight jeans that look like they make the blood rush to your head.
"There is no way I am wearing those jeans. I don't care if they're the style," I make that very clear.
"How about these?" Bluebell asks, holding up some fringed jeans.
"I like those," I reply genuinely.
I also grab some camouflage jackets and a shirt that says "A woman is like a tea-bag, you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water".
"See something you like Katniss?" Gwella asks.
"Yeah. These," I show her.
"Usually I'd say no for a girl, but I think it's your style," Gwella says.
"I'm gonna go see how Rue and Finch are doing," Bluebell says.
I look over to them. They seem quite content. Happy even.
I would be too if I were girly like them. They're practically in heaven.
Rue apparently loves frilly and flowery dresses and tops like Gwella and Bluebell.
Finch likes graphic-tees and skinny jeans like Scarletta.
"I'm going to go take a walk," I tell my party.
"Okay. Don't go too far," Bluebell tells me.
She gives me some money to buy something to eat in case I get hungry.
I walk by a food stand called "Uncle Bob's Pretzels"
"Hi there. How can I help you?" a woman in a hairnet asks.
"I want a cup of Pretzel Bitz and a Cherry Freeze," I respond.
"Okay. That will be $3.67," she told me.
"Thanks," I say.
"Have a good day," the girl said to me.
"Okay, you too," I say back.
I walk by a book store, when I see a reflection of someone I dread, President Snow.
I turn around and see he isn't there, much to my relief.
However, even though he isn't there, his reflection seems to say;
"No matter where you go, no matter who you're with, who's protecting you; I'll always be there. You'll never be safe," Snow's reflection says in my head.
"LIAR!" I scream, punching the window.
Everyone looks at me like I am insane. Come to think of, I may be going insane.
"Are you okay ma'm?" a security guard asks.
"Yeah. I think I need to go home," I tell him.
"You know you're going to have to pay for that right?" he says.
"I'll tell my friend's dad," I tell him, walking off.
Sorry it took me so long, I was writing my other story, which I'd be appreciative if you read it.
Hope it's good.
Ally