WAASSUPPP! I've been busy, what with surgery to get my wisdom teeth removed and all. (I looked chipmunkish for a while, like when you hold grapes in your cheeks. I sounded like that too. :P) But I'm going to get serious about writing these! If ya love Maximum Ride, check out my new story, Heart of Feathers! Its gender-bent, crack!fi-ish, and complete with Disney like princesses and random song outbreaks brought to you by Julian Smith, Tobuscus, and others! Anyway, Disclaimer: Not Collins, as is obvious by recently stated by the large word spelled "disclaimer".
ANYAnyway, Let the Randomness begin!
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I grit my teeth as they circle me again. The Rainbow haired man, the girl with half a human face (the other side is that of a fox), and the other man, who has blown up lips and seven eyes. His eyes study me before talking in the ridiculous accent.
"Ugh. You're hideous! Your pale skin will NEVER work with the District 11 color scheme we've been working on?"
"And the color scheme is?" I mimic their accent, which really ticks them off.
"Well it was going to be tan? But now I'm thinking turd brown-green?" The girl says. Oops.
"What about my hair? It's blonde." I was albino in a group of darker skinned people.
"Dye it green." The last man says, I mentally name him Rainbow Brite, from the little children't television show a long time.
"Temporarily? Or for good?" The other man asks. I mentally name him Eyesaac.
"Temporarily!" I almost shout.
"What she said." Rainbow agrees. "They need to be able ro recognize her for her slaughter." He laughs, a sound like bells being clanged with other bells and large cows as he leaves the room, no doubt going to spread the news to Ash's stylists.
One horrid makeover later, I look like a massive cow-patty. I can only imagine what Ash, who had extremely dark skin, would look like. My cape is billowy along with my clothes, so I look like I've gained 20 pounds, except for my face, which is gaunt as ever. Not that it'd be bad nessiscarily, if I got 20 pounds. But upon seeing Ash, that is all forgotten. He looks worse than I do, with his hair streaked with green, and his hair flat against his head. My hair is swirling upward, with flecks of brown.
"Why the heck did your stylist come into my room and let my stylists know that we were dressing like turds?"
"Rainbow Brite, you mean? I mimiced their stupid accent, they got PO-d, and made us go from tan, to turd." he smiles at the name
"What's the significance of making us look horrible, I wonder?"
"They hate us, Ash. We hate them. It's life. Someday, if we live, our children will hate them too."
"Speaking of living, the President is supposed to announce the idea of the Hunger Games tonight." We walk down the corridor with the ugly announcer woman chauffering us there. She ignores us, she could care less about our conversations. We shoot down the elevators and walk outside to chariots. The 11nth one, the one we are shoved in by Bloody Mary ( my mental name for her) and her assistant, the scary girl from my styling room, has tan stallions the color of wheat. The horses paw the ground impatiently as we step into it.
"Stay still," Mary hisses. "This will go by much faster if you do." As she says this, she fastens chains to Ash's ankles, and her assistant does mine. We are stuck to the chariot. Our feet are connected to eachother's by a small chain too. Our wrists are being fastened to our ankles, and my right one is chained to his left. As soon as they finish, the horses move and I can see all the other children on horses, except for the one chariot behind us. They are in horrid outfits, too, and are also chained to the chariots. People boo and throw rotten food at us (howmedival) and I look at the tall screen. I recognize faces everywhere, faces from battle. These children were rebels too! They were soldiers!
And suddenly, with a feeling of increasing dread, I realize what the Hunger Games are about, even before the President announces it in his snake-like voice.
The Hunger Games will force me to kill my friends.
Okay, I've had this one in mind for a long time now. This is about as far as it has gone for me, though. Imma love typing the next one! Awrite, SilverMoonEyes, watch carefully, and my heart, will burst open and splash about! Awrite, next time! CYA! 3