SCARS
(CHAPTER 3)
My prep team finished working on me at about 8:30 in the morning. My stylist didn't come until 12:00. There's a loud knock at the door, assuming its my stylist, my escort bolts up off the couch and sets down the magazine she's been reading. "You're late." Azalea says through gritted teeth.
"Well, I wouldn't have been if you guys didn't leave without me.." The stylist says with a huff, fighting her way through the door.
"We would have all been late if we would've waited for you!" Azalea says defensively.
"Whatever!" My stylists says waving them off. The only way you could tell my stylist was from the capital, was because of her accent and make up. She had her eyelashes died pink, and wears neon green lipstick, and eyeshadow.
"Hello!" My stylist says smiling, and sticking her hand out for me to shake. "My name is Emilia Wittz." I take her hand and she makes her way to the couch. "Sit down!" Emilia said while patting the seat next to her. I go over to her and sit down. "I have a nice ensemble for you to wear." She starts. " It's just a dress shirt with thin black lines, black pants, and slacks, because you and I both know its too hot outside for the whole tie and jacket stuff.." She finishes. She hands me my clothes. And ushers me over to the bathroom where she leaves me to get dressed.
After I finished getting dressed, I walk out to the living room and stand in the middle of the room while, my stylist circles around me like a shark, inspecting my outfit to make sure it looks good,and fits right. " It's perfect! We still have an hour until the reaping starts, but in since your a mentor they probably want you there early." She states.I nod in agreement,and we all make are way out the for after my prep team was finished packing up all of their equipment.
We arrive at the stage thirty minutes before the reaping starts. I scan the many hard working people setting up the stage in hope to find are mayor, a short ,fat,blonde man that goes by the name of Phillip Vincent . I found him talking to a District two construction worker, I walk over to him to talk to him about where he wants me during the reaping. He looks up from what he's doing and smiles, while waving off the worker. " Ah! Cato Ritte, just the man I wanted to see!" I smile at him. "Hello Mayor Vincent, I was wondering where you wanted me during the reaping?"
"Oh well, Victor Ritte you can sit on the chair to my left." He says before turning back and doing what he was doing before I bothered him.
It's just about time for the reaping to start and I make my way up to my seat next to the mayor and his wife. The boys and girls of District Two start to file in, I scan the crowd to try and find the faces of my two tributes that match the picture on they're file. I settle my gaze on the 18 year old boy tribute, Fredrick Coullins. He looks confident, Stacie Jones on the other hand is sweating bullets, probably last minute jitters for her, I figured this would happen she only focused on one thing during her training. Unlike Fredrick,Stacie has signed her death warrant by deciding to volunteer this year.
Everyone has arrived and Azalea steps up to the podium and begins to speak. " Welcome, today is the reaping for the 74th annual Hunger Games!We have a video for you all the way from the capital!" Azalea gestures to the screen and the same video every year starts to play. When it's over Azalea hobbles over to the big glass bowl full of names. "Ladies first. Christina Vincent." Azalea calls out. Vincent... That must be the mayors daughter. Every one turns to her she's confident, I don't think the mayor enrolled her into the Academy. With all the volunteers I don't think he thought he would have to. I look over the crowd to find a 13 year old girl, same blonde hair, blue eyes as the mayor, she had freckles sprinkled over her nose,she is small and lean. Christina was momentarily shocked. "Don't be shy!" Azalea coaxed. Christina made her way up to the stage. Christina held her head high and stopped next to Azalea. "Any volunteers?!" Asked. I look over and spot Stacie the one that's supposed to volunteer. Silence. Nobody speaks up. That's when I see the panic really start to settle over Christina's face.
"Alright! Now for the boys.." Azalea picks up.
She digs her hand into the bowl "Matthew Causey." A boy at least 16 makes his way to the stage, and was quickly replaced by Fredrick Coullins. Fredrick is like me he's tall and muscular, accept he's tanner with brown eyes, Spiky Black hair and a blindingly white smile.
" Ladies and Gentleman may I present the 74th annual Hunger Games Tributes!" Azalea says proudly.
A/N- SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER BUT IM WORKING ON CHAPTER 4 NOW******