After touring all the districts on a train I was exhausted, but I began to realize how real this is. The food amazing, but our lives in jeopardy. The sad way people looked at us, knowing we would die. After the end of the tour I slept an entire day. I woke up early in the morning to a buffet of literally glowing food. The colorful pallet ranged from lava red to cobalt blue. As I filled my plate four people entered the room and dragged me into a big, green room labeled make-up.
Five minutes later, a stick thin women with an orange tan, going by the name of Clandi, stuffs me into a shower. A teenager with blue hair, named Jessamyn, is pulling on my hair with a hairbrush. While, a male with literally twenty piercings, named Dabra is killing my leg by doing what he calls 'waxing.' Suddenly I am dragged out of the shower, against my will, and a white foam is being rubbed into my hair. Jessamyn begins to take hot machine (she says will straighten my hair) and pull it down my locks. "I have never seen such beautiful, honey-colored hair," Jessamyn commented.
"And I have never seen such hairy legs," replies Dabra. I watch as he begins waxing my armpits, burning like the straightening machine on my hair. Then Clandi starts to pull on my eyebrows, making them smaller and smaller. When Jessamyn, Dabra, and Clandi finish, a new stylist begins to cover my cheeks and face with make-up, his strange make-up worrying me. Seeing my worried expression he says, "Don't worry I can only make you look normal, only Infinity can make you look special."
I close my eyes and make all of the commotion disappear. 'I am sitting in the schoolyard braiding Mercy's hair and laughing. Matt comes up with a toad and starts chasing Rose around with it. Angela tries to stop him, but falls in the mud, making me laugh harder. Mercy and I give up on her knotted hair and begin to dance around and try and steal the toad from Matt. Later that night Rose's mom died of illness. Then we realized it we were alone. We had to stick to together to stay alive.'
I open my eyes to someone new in the room in a sparkly get-up. Even his hair sparkled when he moved. He studied me like prey then took out his sketchbook. This must be Infinity.
"Every year the coal minor get-up is sad and boring, the poor children buried in it covered in smoke and nothing to remember. But I will make you shine dear Tessa. Sparkle even!" He shows me a sketch, "Look! A dark, silk dress covered in black sparkles, like coal, and with a glowing layer under that leaks through to make you shine!" To me the dress seems right out of a dream. Infinity leaves the room and I fall asleep dreaming of me in the beautiful dress.
"It's a big, big, big day!" I wake to the sound of Effie's voice. I jump out of bed and look through the closet of clothes set out for me. "No, I picked it out for you!" Effie says, her pink hair bobbling with her head. I look down at the clothes she laid out. A neon yellow tank top with neon orange and pink striped matching pants and jacket. This isn't something I would wear, but I might as well make her happy while I can. I throw on the outfit and sit down next to Matt. He is already dressed and up, talking to Haymitch about strategies for shooting arrows. I look at Matt and see his sleepy, red eyes. Of course he couldn't sleep, how could I with all this going on? I go to the buffet and pick out a purplish bagel-like-thing with a blue gel on top and some gushy fruits. Pouring myself some green juice, before sitting down again. Matt and I stare at the food, more extravagant than anything we have seen our lives, but still we can't bare to eat it.
Matt and I sit staring at the food until we finally start to cry. We hugged each other to say the words, not needing to speak. Then, we went back to our rooms. I sat wide-awake thinking of a world without the Hunger Games, without pain, without hunger, without hatred, without longing.
An hour later I am escorted to a make-up room again. Glitz covers my eyes with a glowing black powder. Clandi is covering my lips in a metallic black lipstick. Jessamyn is covering my cheeks in a red, orange, and yellow powder in an extravagant flame pattern. Dabra is styling my hair into what started as a bun, but then twirls magnificently like fire.
Infinity, then walks in, with my amazing dress. I put it on, its thin ruffled black sleeves turning into glowing fire, the skirt twirling as I move, looks like fire burning, and the hair piece flaming, spread around my hair style with a firebird at the end positioned to fly.