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Mellent's POV
Flowers. Why flowers? I ask myself mentally. Okay, so 11 is the agricultural district. I realize this. However, I don't really see why in the world they would decide it makes me look intimidating to put me in a neon pink suit covered in all sorts of flowers. Yeah, that's really scary. Run away, it's Mellent, pink flower boy! Oh, no, I'm so scared. Please. If they're debuting me to the world, aren't I supposed to look tough? I decide to stop obsessing over this. I should be concentrating on how to work around this little clothing issue and look like a good contender anyways.
"I love, love, love your suit!" Solarina, one of the women on my prep team, squeals. "Neon brights are all the rage these days."
"Oh, don't be stupid!" Mirabella says dramatically, slapping her lightly on the arm for effect. She's another prep team lady who Solarina introduced as 'her bestest bestie ever'. "Neon is forever. Brights will never go out of style."
"Um, hello? Still here!" I butt in, sick of hearing their insipid girl talk.
"Oh, hush."
Finally, they get bored of discussing the many uses of pink, so they bring Liova in. She's in a long , flowing dress covered with the same hideous array of flowers as my suit. They stand us next to each other, and have us pose in a ridiculous number of different ways. This begins to get annoying when they tell us for the fourth time to put on our "frightening faces". But Liova's is so ridiculous that when I actually turn around to look at why the prep team keep making us re-do it, I burst into uncontrollable laughter. She glares viciously at me, and looks like she's about to cry. I decide not to say anything.
"I don't know about these flowers," my stylist, Amaryllis grumps at her assistants. "I thought I told you apples! A flower is very much not the same thing as an apple!"
"Sorry, Ryl," Solarina murmurs. "The apples just looked stupid."
"Do not insult my fabulous designs!" Amaryllis screeches. "And now they don't look like they represent District 11, they look like they're from a flower boutique! And a tacky one at that!"
"Why you little-"
"Okay!" I interrupt. "I think it's almost chariot time! Let's go to the chariots!" I start to drag Liova by the hand, but she gives me the most hateful look I've ever seen in my life, so I just try to herd all the angry girls outside.
While we wait for the chariots to take off, Liova apparently thinks it's time to confront me.
"You really shouldn't have laughed at me earlier. That…wasn't… nice. I don't want to see you laugh at me ever again, or I am gonna kill you so hard in the arena. So don't laugh at me."
"All right," I say, backing ever so slightly away. Obviously, this isn't the nicest or most easygoing person in the world. Well, I'm sure I can ally with someone else. I've always been good at making friends.
