So, I've already seen the Hunger Games twice. It was good c: YOU MUST WATCH.
And I also realized that i had to update. So thanks to the Hunger Games movie for reminding me.
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I let out a deep breath as I try to collect my thoughts in the train hallway.
In a few minutes, we'd arrive at the Capitol. We must make a sponsors notice. We are the first tributes to arrive. Therefore, we must make an impression even before the Tribute Parade. Aware of this, I feel the smooth fabric of cotton and polyester under my fingers. I had realized we might have to face the capitol citizens before any official Capitol coverage, and I scoured through my pre-calculated closet to find something worthy of Juniper's approval. But when I did, I fathomed that I would look too much like Juniper. Cashmere told me I had to stand out. So I picked a blue tunic-style dress up to my knees and paired it with mustard-yellow leggings that mixed with brown gladiator sandals.
Shaking, I twisted a strand of my wet, wavy hair on my shoulder to try to calm myself. I pushed the door open and walked into the dining car.
Cornelia wore a concoction of bright pink and black. In her wild mane of hair, a pink bow the size of her head poked out of the bush brown curls. A small pink bolero covered her shoulders, and a tight black dress bandaging her body matched the pink leather cut out gloves she used now to maneuver her fork to eat some eggs. Immediately, she smiled at me, gulping her eggs.
"Good morning, Lillianne!" She chirped, standing. I waved meekly and her hand motioned me to move to the table, another feast awaiting. I looked around and saw Cashmere at one end of the table and Demetrius closest to me. Demetrius picked up on what I had realized this morning, also dressing up with a light blue blazer and pastel yellow shirt. I gave him a look of recognition.
"We match." I whisper as I sit beside him. He grins.
"You copied me." He says mockingly. Of course. Can't get friendly, now.
However, I surprised myself as I laugh genuinely into his shoulder. We dig into the breakfast before us-him with meat and eggs and me with fruit and cereal- and suddenly, I see the first pieces of Capitol wiz by us. I jump up.
"We're here!" I announced, a bit to excited on my part. Demetrius followed behind me as I walked towards the large glass window covering one three-fourths of the wall before the table, and we stand together, watching the Capitol piece up towards up. Large buildings of concrete, a bridge inside the city, roads paved cleanly with banners hanging from its multiple squares saying "Happy Hunger Games!" all graced this city, and Demetrius and I can't help but gasp. We quickly pull up to this futuristic train station, bright white and fluorescent, and at first we don't notice. After a while, we can't miss them.
Hundreds of people line up beside our train, cheering and shouting. They wave towards us frantically, trying to catch our attention. In a daze, I grab Demetrius's shoulder and shake him. We both pick up our hands lamely and wave, smiling a bit as they cheer even louder at our small gesture. We stop, and Cornelia speaks up behind us.
"Right on schedule." She breathes, sighing.
The door slides open and the crowd cheers. Flashes of lights go off in every direction, and a voice booms over us like a commentary.
"District One has just arrived! Let's wish them the best of odds and a Happy Hunger Games!"
The crowd erupts, and a blinding light makes me stagger back. Unintentionally, I grab Demetrius's hand, clenching it. The crowd screams even more. When my vision returns, I lace my fingers into whatever it was I grabbed onto to not fall, and then I hear it.
"Looks like District One has supplied us a new pair of lovers this year!"
I look down to our intertwined hands, and gasp.
Undeniably, they think I like him.
Perhaps worse. That I could even love him.
The crowd goes wild.
I break my grasp from him and we are pushed out of the train by a group of peacekeepers, making way for us as we reach our tinted-windowed car. As we slide in, the door closes and I see that Cornelia and our mentors are not with us. Just Demetrius and the driver accompany me. I turned to face him.
"Why did you do that?" I whisper furiously, pushing him back. He scoffs.
"Excuse me? You grabbed my hand." He retaliated, putting on his seat belt. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. He had a point.
I groan, putting my face in my hands. I lean back, putting my head on a read rest. With my eyes closed, I grumble.
"I told you the deal was off."
He shrugged. "I know. And I agreed. But like I said, you grabbed my hand." He nears me. "Let's see how you get out of this one."
My eyes opened as I sighed. He was right. Before my eyes, I can already see the headlines: Star-crossed lovers!/Holding hands? What's Next?/The President's Granddaughter Gets Reaped: With a New Beau! I cringe, realizing my mistake with one accidental act.
How was I going to get myself out of this one?
Not the best one, I know, but please do review. Wonder how Lillianne's going to get out of this one? Find out in the next few chapters!
IF she does get out.
MWAHAHAHA.
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