It's been two days. We are finally here.
People cheer on the sides of the train for us. I get up and look out at the people, there were thousands of them. I wave at them, just like how I heard one tribute did, and Jindal comes up and starts waving too. The cheers grow louder and louder. I let a small smile play across my lips.
When we get off people whisk us of to 'make us prettier'. My clothes are gone and they try to take every single piece of hair off my body. I just lay on the cold table wearing only a sheet. When they finish my sheet is replaced with a bathrobe. I kept pulling the sides together, I am very insecure. Then a lady who's hair is pixy cut, one side longer then the other with a blue highlight, comes in.
Her outfit is a green top with a hood and army pants. I like her. She also has combat boots! "Esther?" she says looking me up and down. "That's me." I reply hopping off the wood table I was sitting on. My long blonde hair falls over my shoulders and into my face. I pull my hair back and tuck it behind my ears.
She just continues studying me. She twirls her fingers, a motion for me to twirl. I twirl around, my hair twirls with me perfectly. I hate it. I was at tears when they told me that I can't have my hair up. And now I don't hold the tears back. I start crying, trying to make them feel guilty. The lady rushed towards me and screamed for them to get out. The three people who made me 'pretty' ran out.
She grabs a hair tie and pull my hair into a bun. I just stand, and start fighting tears. This lady gets me. "Why are you crying when your hair is down, but not up?" she asks, still studying me. "It's along story." I say looking down, I can feel blush starting on my cheeks. "Well we have time." She says and leads me into a room with chairs, pillows and couches everywhere.
I sit down in a chair and the lady pulls a chair up in front of me. I think of where to start with my story. Should I do the day or before that? I know!
"Well, first I'll tell you about my brothers. The oldest is Albert, he is 19. The youngest is 16, like me, his name is Catcal. We are not twins. I have triplet brothers, all are 17. And Alin is 18, this was his last year. But I could never forget Catty, he is dead. He was only 7years old when he died. Just like Jit was only 6years old. She was my only sister and Albert's twin. I loved both of them so much I never stopped crying. And my mom died too, that same day." I stop to take a breath and look at the lady. She stared at me with golden eyes.
I gulp and continue. "When ever I wear my hair down something bad happened to them. When Jit broke her arm for the first time, my hair was down. When Catty's dog got shot, my hair was down. When my mom's baby died in her stomach, my hair was down. The day they died, my hair was down. So I made a promise never to wear my hair down. I always wear my hair up, now. That day still haunts me, forever. They where murder because of me. We were starving and the three of them stole food. My mom stole bread, my brother stole a whole roast, and my sister stole five pots of soup. They all where caught and killed before the ghost arrived, or what ever you call those men that dress in all white. The person who killed them became a slave and that was it. They almost took me, too. You know as a slave, but my hair was up that day."
I can't go on. I can't say how the day they died was also the day I got my first kiss or the day my dad took the house and money that was his. I never say that was the day I did self harm or the day my big brother locked me in a room with Catcal and the triplets. I don't say any of that. I just let the tears come, rolling down my face, for I say the deaths of my siblings and mom. But no one knows that I saw them get killed. Or that every night I wake up screaming or crying.
I always see everything. I never can stay pure or free. Not from seeing. The lady wraps me in her arms, I can tell she was still studying. I found a new friend. "That was heart breaking, but at least I know exactly what your dress looks like." she says, trying to cheer me up.
"A dress?" I say, I hate dresses yet love them all the same. She nods and we get up and go into the room with the long wood table, the other three people come in and she tells us her thoughts and ideas.
"How about the inner layer is a dark green. And lets make is skin tight but the bottom have a little fluff. Oh, and a sweetheart neck line. The lets have off the shoulder straps. And light green over the dark green, but have a cut down the middle of the light green. Lets make it flow more then the dark. Like away from the body. And shred the bottoms up a tiny bit. Perfect." the lady says as she sketches it out.
"What about the shoes?" I say studying the picture. It was a very beautiful dress. And my style. You could easily run in this dress and dance or fight. I love dancing, my mom was a dancer and I have her shape. Skinny, tall, yet curvy and small. I also have her legs. Strong and steady, but graceful and quick. I love my body, it's pretty much perfect. The dress fits my body.
"There is no shoes, you're going bare foot." she says, smiling as the others stare at her. Jindal and his stylists are here too. And Jindal is grinning like crazy, obviously imagining me in the dress. I give him a small look that says 'really'. His grins grows.
"I love that dress! It's perfect and matches Jindal's outfit." Jindal's designer says. Jindal winks at me and I roll my eyes. We use to fight over who was more beautiful. I, of course, always won. The designers see our little signals, they all smile greedily.
"What?" Jindal says, hesitantly. "You two are a couple and you never told us!" one of my stylists says. I face palm so hard it hurt. They all wait for what we will do next. Jindal stands up and walks over to me. He pulls me out of my seat and plants a kiss right onto my lips. I was so surprised that I allowed him to kiss me.
When we finally part I take a step away from him. He just grins, but doesn't take his arms away from my waist. I smile and I am back to when we were 14 and kiss him back. This time we both are kissing each other. It felt wonderful, like a good memory that is warm and makes you laugh and fills you. I felt filled right now, full of true young love.
AN:Hey y'all, how are you baby goats? Sorry about not writing so much, but I have a life, lol. Any way I decided to throw in some more romance cause I'm in the mood for some good romance. And there is more to her story. And she did get her first kiss that day and more followed when she turned 13. Esther is me, but we have different eyes. Who doesn't like to go bare foot? Also I got the flu:(! Anyway pls follow, fav, or review. (COMMANDING YOU PEOPLE)! Cya, baby goats.