SCARS
(CHAPTER 2)
"What the hell are you guys doing here at 6:00 in morning, don't you guys know the reaping is at 2:00 in the afternoon?" I growl, crossing my arms over my chest, still not inviting them in.
"Good morning Cato, Nice to see your doing well since I last saw you." My escort Azalea Fly says coolly. Today my colorful escort, is wearing a gold wig, with pink highlights,with a pink pan suit with a orange rose in her front shirt pocket.
"I wouldn't exactly say well..." I say under my didn't hear me, she simply brushes past me and walks into my house. For someone who constantly was nagging me about my manners, she sure has none herself. She was then quickly followed in by my prep all smiled at me before squeezing in through the door. My prep team is definitely a very interesting are all girls but they are triplets, they all have the same long face, pointy nose and droopy hazel were all wearing their work shirt ,red pants and bedazzled triplets do have noticeable differences...One of the girls is plump with green hair slicked back and tied in a ponytail,another had long curly red hair with lots of freckles while the last one has short choppy hot pink hair.I don't know their names but as the day goes on i'll pick up on that.
After three minutes of silence, I decided to speak up. "Why are you guys here this early,not that I'm not thrilled your here or anything?" I say that sentence dripping with sarcasm...
The pink haired girl on my prep team speaks up..."We haven't seen you in months so we didn't know how well you have been taking care of yourself.."
The plump girl with green hair picks up her sentence "Yeah wouldn't want you going on T.V. Looking like that..." She says gesturing to all of me. Sure I just woke up, I'm only in baggy grey sweat pants, and haven't brushed my hair or teeth, but I couldn't help but feel offended...
"Yeah" The girl with the red hair pipes up. "You are mentoring this year, an you are kind of expected to show up at the reaping.." She says summing up what I already know.
"Well girls, we have a lot of work to do,so get started!"Azalea barks.
Each of the girls care fully set down a duffel bag on my couch, and started to girls forced me into a chair and started to get to work. They began with my face. It was quiet for the first 3 minutes?No, more like was nice while it lasted
I really wasn't listening, I was tuning in and out to their conversation, but honestly I really didn't care about the newest capital technologies, or Mariah's cheating scandal. I was drawn back into what they were saying when they asked my a question...
"Cato, do you know who your tributes are going to be?" The pink one says eager to get the latest news before everyone else.
"I was given the Academy's final exam results... "
The Academy is a school, more like a gym, with many instructors at different stations with multiple weapon choices and a variety of survival courses you can the end of each year they have girls fight every girl for the top spot so they can volunteer, and guys fight guys for the top spot so they can volunteer to participate in the Games.
"I'm mentoring a girl name Stacie Jones age 18 and a boy name Fredrick Coullins. The girl, Stacie got the top spot because she's an expert in hand to hand combat, but that's all she has... The boy knows about everything he has studied every weapon and aced every corse. He is very prepared, and definitely knows what he's doing..." I state wearing that mask I was trained to wear. All of my prep team turn to each other and chatter excitedly about 'how wonderful the games will be this year' and 'how excited they are'.
After they're done with my face, they tell me to take off my shirt so they can make my 'skin glow'. They start to rub my skin with what feels almost like sand. The girl with the pink hair stops what she's doing, and stares at my arm, pursing her lips together and furrowing her eyebrows together. "I didn't know you were hurt on your arms during your games?" She says plainly.
"Thats because I didn't" I say. "We'll then what are all these scars from?"She says, still pushing to get answers.
"Well, we can take those off with that cream over there,it loosens the scar tis-"
"No!" I shout cutting her off. I lower my voice. "No, it a reminder to me,it's really complicated and too long of a story for now."I say keeping my cool, giving them false hope about my promise to tell them later.
My prep team nods. "Alright! We're done with you now, so you can just sit, relax, and not touch your face while you wait for your stylist, to get here."