Today was the Tribute Parade, and Glimmer was far from prepared.
"Get ready," Marvel said, "it's going to be an interesting Hunger Games."
"I'm ready if you are," Glimmer said. "I'm nervous about making a first impression with the sponsors. Plus we're going to see the other tributes."
Glimmer almost jumped out of the chariot as Marvel tried to hold her hand.
"What?" Marvel asked her. "It'll just be for show, to show them that we are proud to be here together, and that the fact of our imminent deaths won't effect us." After that she didn't argue, and just went with it.
Glimmer heard Claudius Templesmith announce them. She was nervous to start training, and even more so to see the other tributes. They all formed a pyramid sort of shape, and then they all made a diversion to the back. Glimmer walked out of the chariot and was more excited than ever to talk to Cashmere.
She changed out of her pink flapper-like costume, and take a shower. Her mid-length, beautiful, golden-blond hair hit her back and made her shiver a little. She jumped into the shower and turned on the hot water. She washed her hair and used about 1/4 of her miniature bottle of Dark Kiss shower gel.
She got out of the shower and immediately grabbed the towels on the rack. She wrapped one around her hair to speed up the drying process. She quickly started to dry the rest of her body. She quickly tucked in one of the corners of the towel into the other part that was already wrapped around her. She soon started to brush her hair and blow-dry it.
She started to think about when Marvel had took hold of her hand and she almost screamed. He seemed so chill about it. She couldn't help but think about him, the look in his eyes, he looked like he had really wanted to be consoled. Maybe it had something to do with the Reaping.
She had never even asked him about it, maybe she should. She decided that the next day when she woke up and went to the main living area, she would ask him, and try to care, or at least act like it.