Haymitch
"So, your stylists. They will meet you in your rooms when we get to the training centre. You'd better hope they like you".
Nathan whispers something in Alyssa's ear. She laughs. God, I hate it when people are like this. It's so annoying.
"What was that?" I shout, "I will not tolerate insolence. I am your only chance of survival, you are nothing without me. You are dead people without me and if you think for one second that i will ever like you, you are in denial."
Ah. They look a bit scared now. Good. they should be. This is no time for laughter. Effie comes running down the corridor.
"I heard shouting. Is everyone alright?" she gasps.
"Yes everything's fine" Alyssa says quickly.
Oh she's pretty good.
Alyssa
He's just like they say. I thought he would be better now he's sober. Oh well, maybe it wasn't the drink that made him like that.
"I'm Skylar", a voice behind me says, "I'm your stylist."
oh , he looks alright actually.
" so, how are you?"
"Im fine thanks, you?"
"Oh i'm alright. So, what's your favourite colour?"
"Red," I replied quickly. That's the one thing about me that I am absolutely sure of.
" got it", he says, smiling," i have an idea for your interview outfit".
"Wow, already?"
"Yes. do you prefer dresses or jumpsuits?"
"Jumpsuits"
"Yes i thought you would say that"
"Am i that predictable?"
"No. i took the liberty of looking through you wardrobe"
Wow. he's organised.
Nathan
My stylist is called Cynthia. What a nice name. That was sarcastic by the way. If you didn't already work that out. I wish I could be with Alyssa.
" are you alright Hun?
Yes. she calls me 'Hun'.
"Yes i'm fine." i reply coldly.
"I don't particularly want to be here either. Why don't we work together?" she says and i think "why not?"