Fifth Chapter

I stare at the freaks who are supposed to be my prep team. Don't they see how ugly they are?

One of them, I think named Daisy, has neon green hair, and magenta skin.

Another, Chirpy has little birds stenciled all over his body.

The last, who's the scariest, is Oringle. She has black gems that cover her face and white hair with violet streaks in it.

They creep me out immensely. But Plore made me promise to do whatever they wanted me to.

I sit patiently until one of them laughs and says, "Oh my. You're even worse than District twelve." That draws the line.

"Shut it! You are the wierdest, stupidest people I've ever met. So, once I get in that arena, every time I kill someone, I'll be imagining that it's you."

The one who spoke, I think it was Daisy, ran out of the room crying and Chirpy and Oringle didn't talk to me anymore. They just murmured to each other and tried to do their jobs.

"You know, I'm right here. You don't have to whisper birdy." I said, annoyed. What is wrong with these people?

Chirpy sniffled and ran away, following Daisy.

Oringle glared at me, "You don't have to be so mean."

Are you kidding me? "Mean? Me? I'm mean? Well, okay yeah, but seriously? You watch kids kill each other for entertainment. And you call me mean, " I bark out a short laugh, "Go look up what mean means you freak. And don't come back."

Oringle doesn't leave. She just yanks on my hair and finishes prepping me for my stylist. Then, when she is finished, she walks out, slamming the door behind her.

A few moments later, the creepiest person walks in. She has orange teeth and she has stenciled on sunglasses on her face. Her arms...they have THE HUNGER GAMES written on one and on the other: DISTRICT ELEVEN. This lady needs help.

"So, you're the girl who made Daisy and Chirpy cry. At least you're not mean enough to make Oringle cry. That'd be a mess. I'm Cosink." She smiles at me. At least she's not rude.

"Yeah. Well, they were being idiots." I say flatly.

She looks at me and nods, "I see. Well, let's have some lunch, hm?"

She leads me over to a table where a buffet waits us. I stuff myself whereas she also does, but even though she's smaller than me, she keeps going to the bathroom and eating even more.

"How do you eat so much and not get full?" I stare at her as she eats a whole cake. A two layer one as well.

She laughs, "Silly! You just drink this, and then you're good to go. But you can't. Sorry. Can't have you unstable on the chariot."

I'm confused so I decide to drop it. She's another mental. Is there anyone normal in this city?

"So, do you want to see your costume? You'll be a cob of corn and your district partner will be a loaf of bread. Fun, right?" I grimace. Yay. Food.

District Eleven is always ugly on the chariot rides. And I have to be corn? I don't even eat the corn. The stupidheads here do.

One of these days, I'm going to make them pay.

But not today. No, today I get to be corn! How exciting! Not.

An hour later, I stare at myself in the mirror. I am not going out there like this. This has to be the ugliest corn I've ever seen. For one, she DYED MY HAIR GREEN, and then the lady died my SKIN yellow. Now I have to wear the stupidest dress that have sequins on it.

Okay, corn does not have sequins on it. I know this for a fact. It'd be alright if they were pretty or I had someone else wearing the same thing as me, but no.

Stupid Tiger gets to be a loaf of bread. I hate that kid.

"Why can't I be a loaf of bread like Tiger?" I ask, aware that I sound whiny.

"Because, silly! You guys would match then!" If she calls me silly one more time...

I accidentally on purpose kick her. "Oops. I can't see my feet. Sorry." I smile at her, as she stares at the yellow mark on her neon purple tights.

"I can't go out in public like this! I'll be ruined!" She looks around and then whips her tights off. "Keep these somewhere." She hisses as she hands them to me.

I stare at her, this woman is nuts. "Where?"

"In your shirt, I don't know. Just do it!" Then all the sudden, she's stuffing them down my shirt. I squirm but I see TIger with his stylist, who looks like Carliu. "Hi! " She says, "I'm Carly, Carliu's sister! We're just so close!" She smiles and I can see that there are little patterns on her teeth. Freak.

"Yeah, whatever. Can we just get this over with?" I interupt her story about Carliu and her almost dying when they got the same district.

She looks hurt. Good. I'm glad. Maybe she'll be so hurt that she won't talk for the rest of her life. "Well, I think we might be late, let's go!"

"Carly, she made Daisy and Chirpy cry, I'd watch out." Cosink says, with her voice lowered.

I roll my eyes and run ahead until I see the chariots. Ours is light brown with light brown horses. Like bread. Speaking of which, I look ove rmy shoulder at Tiger in his bread costume, he looks better than I do. I glare at him and he nervously waves at me. Coward.

The next hour is torture. This hairdye made my hair feel puffy and this paint itches. I glare at the crowd and every few minutes hit Tiger on the arm just to show him who's boss. At the end, I see, happily, his arm is red.

This pleases me more than you will ever know.