ChApter Four
I press my face against the window in the dining room. I watch with awe as the pastel and neon-colored buildings come into view. There are people bustling down the streets, sporting the most ridiculous hairdos that I have ever seen. It is mesmerizing. I stand there as long as I can before Cecily drags me away from the window. She takes me and Kiefer into a steel building, almost all windows. The doors swing open. I am taken to a room.
RIP!
"OW!" My stylists, Carmin and Julian, rip all the hair off by body besides my head.
"Pain is beauty!" Carmin shouts while taking another strip of hair of my leg.
Well I should be drop-dead gorgeous during the games, I think.
When they are done, they wrap me in a paper robe and tell me to wait until my head-stylist, Dellan, comes in.
"You must be Philippi!" He says, hugging me. "Well, here's your outfit!"
He pulls out a beautiful tight turquoise dress. I slip it on, and he begins his real work. He paints on scales on my body, beautiful turquoise and silver scales. He sweeps on turquoise eye shadow and lipstick and makes me put on turquoise satin ballet shoes that lace up my legs.
"I'm a fish," I say, smiling.
He just ushers me out the door.