I walk into the training center and I'm greeted by my prep team.
"I'm Rigly" says the man. He wears a blue suit and pointed, pitch black shoes. His hair is the same color as his shoes but with light blue highlights. "And this is Wild and Yen." Rigly says pointing to the ladies. They wear the same thing. A pink baggy jumpsuit with a belt around her waist where their curves are. Their face has pink powder, layers upon layers that are caked on. They have heavy pink eyeliner with purple eyeshadow and lip stick. The only way you can tell then apart is by their hair. The one has pink curls with purple highlights and the other has straight hair with pink highlights. Yen is the one with straight hair and Wild is the one with curls.
"I'm guessing you're Wild." I say, directing my gaze towards the one with the slightly bigger nose. "And you're Yen?"I look at the one with the founder face. I clap my hands together, "And you're twins." They both nod and give a weak smile.
"Now lets get started. I can't to keep looking at your hairy legs!" Wild says. They strip me down. No clothes on. They all crowd around me. I feel too revealed. "Beautiful, sexy, figure! I know what Fathom is going to put you in!" Rigly says.
"Fathom?" I ask.
"Your stylist" Yen answers. They lay me down on a cold medal bed. They put hot wax on my legs and special paper ,that I've never seen back in district Ten, over it. They pull and I scream. I clutch on to the side of the metal bed. "We only have a few more!" Yen says. Turns out that I had 30 million more to go. I lay there as the prep team talks about up coming events and fashion. I left with headache because of the clowns hovering over me, and completely ignoring my shrieks of pain. I lay there in an empty room waiting for Fathom my stylist.
"Wow the team wasn't wrong!" An unfamiliar voice exclaims. I look to my side and see Fathom walking to me. I smile and sit up.
"What do you mean?" I ask. I stand up. She smiles and looks at me.
"Your looks and body! Beautiful figure and the prettiest face! I know exactly what outfit you should wear!" she says. I smile widely. "Here" Fathom hands me an outfit. I slide it on. It's a strapless, brown-Goldish leotard with black swirls on it. Below my waist was a leather brown belt with a cream cape on the back of it. I put on boots. The boots stop at my knees. It surely comments my body figure. Fathom does my makeup and hair. My makeup is quite simple. Glitter brown eyeshadow in my eyelid and white glitter beneath my eyebrow. My cheeks have pink blush and my lips are the same color. My hair is beautiful. I just can't explain it. It was a ponytail turned inside-out... I think. My hair was curled and it looked quite beautiful. Fathom adds horns into my blonde hair to complete my look.
"Done! Now, show off your sweetness and beauty." Fathom says. She adds a final sentence. "Act beautiful." Fathom whispers. I nod. Fathom takes me to the chariot that is gold with brown horses to carry us.
"Hop on!" Quill says. I look at his outfit. Same thing as mine but without the cape. He wears a blazer that is cream with a brown collar and the horns on top of his head are long then mine. I hop on the chariot. The doors open and district 1 goes out. Then two. Then 3. Soon as I know it we are going out. I wave. 'Remember be beautiful and sweet.' Fathom's voice buzzes into my ear. I break into a cold sweat. I close my eyes imagining no ones there. I open them. I smile and give a sweet look they go wild. I wink at them and they go crazy. We stop and I see President Snow. He gives his long speech. Just when we are about to be carried back to our stations, I catch Snow, grinning at me. What does that supposed to mean? I see Quill get off the chariot and that's when I know it's over. I hop off an meet Slate and Snapper. Slate has a bottle of wine and Snapper has his cigar. They both keep them close to themselves.
"Perfect! Lily keep doing that and you will get a lot of sponsors!" Slate says. She takes a sip of her bottle of wine.
"Okay" I say. I can practically wheels turning in their heads. It hits me. In order for me to survive, they want to sell my looks...
Note: These next few chapters are going to be short. Just warning you. I have big plans for this story. Thanks for reading and keeping in touch with it! Love ya (in a friend kinda way)