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Chapter 2

Prim made me walk with her to the office so she could enroll in school. The women behind the desk looked over her with jealous eyes. Who wouldn't be jealous of Prim? She had beautiful golden hair that fell in long loose curls. She had lovely almond shaped eyes that changed color between a deep blue and a sharp gray, depending on her mood. Her skin was a rich cream color with ever so lightly dotted freckles across her nose and cheeks. She looks like she could have come from a beach, but not in a hot or sexy way. No, the only words I can think of when I see Prim are beautiful, gorgeous. Don't get me wrong, she's got a wicked body, you can ask any number of male Capitol residents to confirm that. But her body isn't what draws me in; it's her smile, the never ending feeling of calm and peace that radiates off her body. She truly is gorgeous.

The women repositioned her glasses and looked at me then back to Prim, "What can I do for you?" her voice was nasally I think it was from how high she stuck her nose in the air.

"I would like to enroll in this school," Prim said with her brilliant smile.

The women took a deep breath, taking extra care to puff out her chest in my direction, "It's mid semester I'm afraid you can't."

Prim made a distressed face, I knew she was acting. She always knew how to play people to get what she wanted. She blew her hair out of her face, bit her lip, and looked toward the ceiling like she was about to cry, "Well, there must be something I can do. I mean, I don't want to end up like my mom, a school drop-out starving to death back in twelve," yes, Prim could lie amazingly. She then pretended to be muttering to herself but made sure the women would be able to hear her, "Starving, couldn't even afford to feed me, so she sends me here with Auntie. Can't even take care of her own daughter. Well, she can't not after what happened to the baby, he was so little. It's not fair," she let out a whimper and wiped crocodile tears from her eyes.

I did my best to hide my smile as I noted that Prim was not playing the women, but the principal behind a glass window. He had his door propped open and would have heard everything Prim just said. He stepped out and wrapped Prim up into a hug, "Shh, don't cry. We'll get you into school child. I won't let that happen to you."

Prim took a step back and wiped the remaining tears from her face, "Really? You'd do that? For me? Just any little girl?"

"Of course, of course." He nudged the women behind the desk aside and went to work at the computer, "So what grade are you in?"

"I'm a sophomore," she said with an intentional hiccup. I eyed her over, this too was a lie. I could feel her screaming at me to keep my mouth shut with her now gray eyes.

The man continued typing, "And what's your name sweetheart?"

"Prim, Prim Rose."

He smiled, "How cute, first name Prim, last name Rose. You know, you look really familiar, like I've seen… not you but somebody who looks a lot like you."

I held my breath, if they found out she was not Prim Rose but Primrose Rue Mellark, daughter of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, they would send her back to twelve. It was very obvious she was Peeta's daughter. I stood there praying the man wouldn't notice.

After what felt like an eternity, Prim finally spoke up, "Yeah, I get that a lot."

The man smiled and finished typing. Then he handed her some forms and gave her a piece of paper with a combination on it and assigned her the locker right next to mine. I helped her grab her books and we walked out the door. It was warm today, even if it was the middle of November.

She smiled up at me, "That wasn't so hard was it?"

"Why'd you say you were a sophomore?"

"Because I wanted classes with you. Besides I can pass as a Sophomore can't I?" She held out her arms encouraging me to take in her womanly figure.

"Prim, you just turned fourteen, you should be in eighth grade. Don't you think the classes might be a little hard?"

"Oh, don't be so uptight Nicky, if I'm having trouble, you can tutor me."

"When would we have time to tutor?"

Her face turned white and she muttered under her breath, "On the train ride into the Capitol."

I didn't really say much else to her until we got to her locker. I took the remaining books from her arms as she struggled with the lock. She humorously laughed and pulled something out to show me. It was a short, shimmering, gold dress. "Looks like the capitol figured out I'm here," she gave me a wink and stuffed it into her bag.

I punched my locker, "It's not fair!" she eyed me over in confusion, "I just mean that you're so young, you shouldn't have to do this."

Her eyes turned dark gray again, "Nobody should have to do this Nick. Besides I'm use to it, you should be too."

It's sad that she's use to this. She shouldn't be. The Capitol started selling her at the youngest age I'd heard of from all the Victor's children. They started her up at eleven, I came in a close second at age twelve. I shut my eyes tightly as I remembered the day I met her.

We started going to the capitol the same day. I stepped aboard the train, tugging at the uncomfortable clothes I was in. Then I saw her, huddled on the train's couch, trying to keep warm. She wore a black see-through gown that barely covered her rear. She looked so beautiful, even at that age. So grown-up, yet so little. I guess beauty really has its price.

She looked up at me. I actually watched as her eyes turned from gray to blue. "You look ridiculous," she giggled. She stood up to shake my hand. She tugged at her dress to make it less revealing. "Hi, I'm Primrose, but you can call me Prim."

"I'm Finnick, but you can call me Nick," I quickly added the last part. I had only changed my name two weeks before and still forgot to introduce myself that way at times, "Why are you so…happy?" I questioned.

"Because I get to see the Capitol, I thought it no longer existed, but I've still heard stories of its beauty." She gave me an overwhelming smile, "So why are you so gloomy?"

I tried to soak up her positive attitude. I tried to look on the bright side like she was, then it hit me, "You don't know why were going to the capitol do you?"

She clasped her hands together and swayed back and forth on the balls of her feet. She blushed and gave me the smile all over again, "The train conductor said it's because I'm pretty." She giggled, "I guess that means you're pretty too."

I sighed, she was oblivious. The Capitol workers guided us off the train and took us to different houses. I tried to shut that night out of my mind, but I'll never forget the terrified face of the little girl the next morning when we met back on the train. Her eyes were wide with fright; she instantly curled up onto my lap and just cried until we got back to district 4 where I had to get off. As I left I heard her whisper, "Today's my birthday."

"No, nobody should have to go through this Prim," I said, snapping myself back to reality.

I focused my eyes back on her instead of in the distance. She was holding the dress up to herself trying to imagine what it would look like on, "I don't know, this one's kind of cute. It's kind of cool we get to keep the clothes."

I looked over both our skimpy outfits, "Oh yeah, so cool," I said sarcastically. "If only everyday outfits didn't include shirts."

She shrugged, "Hey, I never said I'd wear the stuff in public, but playing dress-up is fun."

I sighed, she really was use to this life. My attention turned behind me as I heard my name, my full name, "Hey Finnick, who's this?" It was Lucy.

She walked over and put her hand on my chest. I watched her stare down Prim. Prim just glared right back. Lucy turned her attention to me, "You were suppose to meet me today," she nibbled my ear again.

Prim walked over, completely ignoring Lucy. She curled her hands into loose fists and put them on my chest. She looked at me under her long dark lashes sheepishly. As if she didn't know if she should or not, she got on her toes and kissed me. When she pulled away I could still taste her, still feel her soft, smooth lips. Then I thought of how many Capitol guys she probably did this with, why she kept on getting sent back. She left everybody wanting more. She spoke in a low whisper, close enough for me to feel her warm breath on my lips, "We should go," She finger-laced my hand in hers and we walked away from a jaw-dropped Lucy. When we were out of hearing distance she pulled away from me and started cracking up, "Did you see her face?" yup, so it wasn't real, at all, I was just part of another one of her jokes.

I played along and laughed with her, "Yeah, priceless."

She got back into position with her hands on my chest, her face extremely close to mine, "I learned this move from Sanders."

"Is he the one from 6?"

She bit her lip and nodded, "We like sharing," she giggled.

"Oh, are you two like, together," I tried to sound indifferent about it all.

She pulled away from me and wrinkled her nose, "No, I learn moves from everybody; I just like to be good at what I do."

"Are you saying that you actually like this 'job'?"

"I didn't say I liked doing it. It's just…well. It's good to feel…appreciated." She looked down sadly, "I mean, it's the only thing I am good at."

I tried to make the subject lighter with a joke. I bumped her with my hip, "I'm sure you're wonderful at it."

She smiled devilishly, "I really am."

We walked into the old abandoned train station and waited. Right at 6 the mysteriously silent train arrived. We climbed aboard.

We visited with some other friends on the train, there was Thereasa from 11, Lilly and Lilac from 10, and Sanders from 6. The rest of the people got into other cars on the train.

I felt extra sorry for Lilly and Lilac. They were twins and well, did their job together. In some ways I think it might be nice to have some one to go with you. But then I remember that all that does is allow you to watch them suffer.

We arrive at the Capitol at nine. So by eight the conductor's voice is heard over the speaker telling us to get dressed and ready. Prim comes out of the bathroom in her gold dress. It hugs her body tightly. She put on a similar gold eye shadow. Now I could describe her as sexy, but this person does not seem like Prim. I go in next and put on my outfit. I have to have Prim come in and help me with the suspenders. She slaps my butt as we walk out, "This is my favorite outfit yet."

Lily and Lilac come out with robes on. We all raise our eyebrows wondering what they're wearing. They both laugh, "Trust us," Lily starts. "You don't want to know," Lilac finishes. We all laugh and finish dressing. As nine-o-clock rolls around and Capitol members start sending us in different directions, we all grow silent. Like I said, nobody should have to go through this.

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