Ok, so I was away for a while and didn't have any access to internet. I will probably update on a regular basis now.
I do not own The Hunger Games nor do I own Foxface.
Chapter 3:The Tribute Parade
I hear a loud banging on my door.
"Finch! Wake up! We are at the Capitol!" Milo yells.
I drag myself out of bed and dress in white capris and a plain red t-shirt. I tie my hair up into its usual messy bun and sip on black flats.
My feet make their way to the bathroom where I brush my teeth and splash water on my face.
I open the door and walk down the hall into the kitchen. Everyone else is eating already. I take a seat next to Mark and grab a piece of toast.
I take a small bite; it tastes really good! I reach out for the glass in front of me which is filled with milk. After a few minutes, Riley speaks up.
"Ok, today you 2 will be pampered like you never thought possible. Some of the things they do won't be pleasant but go along with it."
Yue strolls into the room holding a clipboard.
"Now come along. You need to be ready."
I follow her reluctantly outside to see the Capitol. TV shots have not given it justice.
There are cars with people dressed in some silly fashion choices like pink hair and 16-inch heels. The structures are quite remarkable though.
They stretch in some odd shapes but look so advanced, especially for district 5.
Yue leads Mark and I to an elevator. She clicks the button that says R. What is that supposed to stand for?
We zoom up so fast but you hardly feel a thing. The doors open and I realize this is where my makeover will be. There are tables with Capitol people hovering around them.
I see a few tributes are already here. Yue gestures for me to go to the one closest to the elevator. I walk there and the Capitol people scare me to death.
One of them is in a green, spiked wig and blue pumps. She yanks my hair out of the bun and begins to take off my shoes.
Seconds later, I'm stuck in this tub naked while 3 Capitol people hover around me. They scrub my hair till I feel like I'm bald and rub my back till it's red.
A short, stubby lady with pink highlights paints my nails a silver color. And a man with a nose shaped like a hook sticks silvery eye shadow on my eyes.
The man then takes some lip gloss and puts it on me and adds a hint of blush.
Finally, after what seems like forever, I'm sitting on the table in a thin, blue robe just waiting for my stylist.
A man that looks to be about 40 comes in and stares at me.
"So you are the tribute girl for district 5."
I simply nod.
He sighs and checks to make sure my prep team did everything right. He gives a small nod of approval.
"My name is Rodger."
I nod again.
Rodger pulls a hanger out from under a table and reveals my chariot costume. As always, it's nothing special. No one will notice me in it. But really you can't do much with a power plant.
It's a silver dress filled with glitter and a foam thing that is supposed to resemble the power plant that goes around my head.
I quickly dress and stick on the gray heels that go with it. I feel incredibly stupid.
I look up at Rodger.
"It looks nice on you."Yeah right.
"Time to go do the finishing touches near the chariot."
Before I know it, I'm next to my chariot with Mark. There is a mere 5 minutes before the parade starts.
I look at his outfit. I have a feeling I'm wearing the exact same thing.
He is wearing a dress with silver glitter on it and gray sneakers which look kind of ridiculous. There is a gray foam thing supposed to represent the power plant around his neck. His hair is brushed down and he has minimal makeup on.
I see Milo and Riley coming this way.
"This is their outfit?" Riley questions.
"Well, there isn't much you can do with a powerplant." Rodger replies.
Yep, I knew it.
"Time to get on." Milo gestures for us to step up.
Mark jumps on first and I follow after him. He grabs the railing tightly like there's a risk of him falling off. His hands are so white.
"Head high." Milo orders.
I do as he says and I feel the horses begin to move. These horses are professionally trained so there is no one leading them.
I hear the roar of the crowd as we head through the door. I glance quickly at a TV stand on the side of the aisle and see myself looking back at me.
I wave to the crowd but don't make a point that I'm excited to be here. I keep the same bored look on my face.
The crowds begin to scream louder then usual and I look back. I see district 12 is literally on fire.
It's different from their usual miners outfit. They have already hogged the camera and no one in the Capitol is paying attention to the other tributes.
They grab the other's hand and wave them up. The horses pull into the circle and I see President Snow on a big balcony.
We come to a sudden stop and I look up at the President.
"Tributes we welcome you. We thank you for your courage, your bravery, and your sacrifice."
"HAPPY HUNGER GAMES AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR."
It's cranked up so loudly I feel his words going through my bones.
The horses start moving again and stop right next to our mentors and stylists.
"Face your death."Riley grumbles under her breath.
I look quickly at the girl from 12. She is talking with her mentor.
"Come on." Milo says pulling me along.
And there you go! Sorry for the delay. I am thinking of starting a new story but I can't decide if I should do a whole different Hunger Games(the 100th) or like if the characters are in high school thingy.
Please PM me your suggestions! And rate and review! Please! With Buttercup on top!
If you are my first reviewer, you get a shoutout in the next chapter. But I will delay the next chapter until I get about 2 reviewers.
Sorry! But I feel like no one is reading. :(
