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Chapter 4: Wy and the capital
As the group of four entered the room filled with all the other tributes waiting for the stylists to come and prep the tributes for the Parade, Peter looked around. That's when he saw a certain brunet holding a bunny(her district's representative couldn't talk her out of leaving it when she had found out it was the only living family she had).
"WYYYYYY~" Peter yelled, running across the room and tackling her with a hug.
"Oh my gosh, peter…" she whispered, hugging him back.
Then a peacekeeper came and broke them up. However, even though they weren't hugging anymore, they never stopped holding hands.
"So is Australia…?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, he died a month before the war ended. What about Uncle England?"
"about the same time…"
A hand suddenly rested on Peter's shoulder, "are you Peter Kirkland from district 12?"
"Yes," Peter turned around to find a stylist standing there.
"Come this way then" and he lead him away from Wy.
As Peter was lead to the start of the Parade, he had decided that he now hated stylists, or at the very least did not like them styling him…
When he got in the carriage he noticed Katniss next to him. She had a questioning look in her eyes.
"How do you know the tribute from district 4?" she asked.
"It's a long story…"
"I heard we're going to have a long wait for the parade to start."
"Well, ummm, you see, ummm… uhhhh… well…" To Peters relief he was interrupted as the opening music played, and their stylists lit them up. Literally, they lit their capes on fire. Even though it was synthetic, it still burned like a beautiful Christmas fire that Peter could still remember from all those years ago.
"Hey Peter, I got something special just for you" said his mom, Finland.
That thought was interrupted however, as the flames got closer.
Fire, everywhere. Burning. Futile attempts to put it out.
Peter began to shake, oh how he hated fire. However, he was soon distracted from this terror as the opening music began to play, and the parade started.
Sorry I took so long and didn't even write that much, but I kinda lost my muse…
Please review, it really inspires me to write faster.
Any way, I gotta go, my mom's getting mad at me for doing nothing all day…