Chapter 2
Effie guided me to my room. Room isn't really a fitting word to describe it. Considering it is the size of my house! I strip off my clothes down to my underwear.I lay down on the bed, and simply cry. I cry for Katniss, I cry for my Mom. I already miss them. It's only been an hour or so since I said my final farewells. This really sucks. I curl up in my huge king size bed and drift away into dreams.
I wake up and check my clock. It reads 4:30 PM. I slept for about two hours. I feel as though I haven't slept in days. My pillow is wet, I assume with tears. Knock knock knock. I shoot out of my bed too open the door, only to be let down by seeing Effie Trinket.
"Primrose, dearest! Dinner is in an hour, please bathe and get ready!" She squeals. I give her a nasty look to show that I'm really annoyed with how ecstatic she is for the games. She hands me a pastel yellow dress with white polka dots to wear to dinner. I may as well press my future murderers right? I walk out into the hallway. Peeta's room is right across the hall from mine. To the left of his door, is our shared shower. I walk into the shower, still in the underwear that I slept in. The bathroom was almost as big as my room. I'm assuming it was a ten by ten foot room. Right in the middle was a huge bathtub in the floor. The floor had beautiful tiles, painted with many different floral designs. All of a sudden, a blond head pops up out of the bath. I recognize it belonging to Peeta. He steps out of the bathtub…naked. He looks at me with a face of pure horror.
"Oh. My. God" He cried as he stumbled to the towels. By this time, I'm covering my eyes. This is so embarrassing. I can tell my face is red as the tomatoes I grow in my small garden. I uncover my eyes because he has to be covered up by now. He's waddling over to me, wrapped up in a towel.
"I'm so sorry! I should've knocked" I whisper as he brushes past me.
"It's okay" He giggles, "I should've locked the door anyways" He has the friendliest smirk on his also red face. Peeta exits the room clutching his clothes in his hand. Whew. Katniss will be hearing about this when I get home. If I do come home. I take off my bra and panties and sink into the hot water. There is a panel of buttons at the foot of the bathtub. I select rose scented soap and the water almost immediately turns red. The jets turn on and the soap water automatically washes me. I could definitely get used to this. Next I choose, moisturizing shampoo. The water turns back to normal color. Assuming that the water now has shampoo in it, I sink my head underwater and lather my hair. Popping my head up above water, my now silk like hair, wraps and curls around my face. I prop my head up against the bathtub side and close my eyes. I daydream of myself winning these games. I imagine my life with no hardships in the victors village. I will have all the supplies I need to become Panem's number one nurse. I check the analog clock on the wall which reads 5:00 PM. I reluctantly got out of the soothing water. I dried my hair with my towel and pull up my polka dotted dress. I go back to my bedroom. There was a large bag full of make up under my mirror. I assume Effie must have put it there while I was bathing.
I've never had enough money for makeup. One time Katniss got a tube of used lipstick for less than it was worth. One day, we put it on. I loved how it looked. I love being flashy, though I don't have many opportunities to be it. I applied bold red makeup, some blush, and mascara. I didn't add too much cause I didn't want to look like a "hooker", as Katniss calls them. I looked very innocent. Who could possibly want to kill me now?
I leave my bedroom at the same time as Peeta. Effie gave us matching clothes. I probably should have suspected that. He is wearing a yellow collared long sleeved shirt and white slacks. We walked down the aisle together down to the dining room. Peeta is somewhat taller than me, but not by much. I'm about as tall as his shoulders. I tried not to stumble over my white high heels, but man, this is hard.
Entering the dining room I was pleased with scents of roasted chicken and various soups. The food was already on the table. The table had twenty four seats. We were the second pair of tributes to sit down. We sat across from them. I guessed they were from district eleven due to their black skin. The male was very scary. He was very muscular and had eyes that screamed revenge. The girl next to him was very different. She looked like a dear. She had bambi eyes, she reminded me of myself. Her light brown skin was very complimenting towards her other features. She had poofy black hair that had many, many, curls.
"Hi! My name is Primrose. But you can call me Prim. What's your name?" I said to the girl. She stared at me for a second before responding. I think I might have scared her.
"H-hi I'm Rue. Nice too meet ya" She sputtered. The other tributes filled the room. I ignored them and resumed my conversation with Rue. What a pretty name. We talked about our lives, our siblings, our hobbies and so on. By the time dessert was brought out, I felt like I have known this girl for my whole life. We all ate dessert without talking because we were too busy stuffing our mouths with every kind of cake known to man. The tributes cleared out of the room pair by pair, except Rue and I.
"Uhm, I don't really know how to put this but…Do you want to be allies? You know like, fight together when we're in the arena?" I asked Rue nervously.
"Yeah, sure, that sounds great" Rue exclaimed enthusiastically. I hugged her, and went off to bed. I guess I might have a chance at this after all.