This was it. I'm in a white room with a bath, sink, a white couch and I am in a simple thin white robe. Three fat people walk into the room, each one was died pee yellow and had gold hair, this can't honestly be my prep team!
"Ah," one sighs, looking at me, "we have a lot of work to do. Please unchange!"
Unchange, ha, no way! I am not unchanging in front of these three imbeciles! Hell, no! I shake my head furiously, is this what everyone must endure? Probs not the rich ones, this is just the spa treatment they get every week, meanwhile, I don't think I can handle this.
They obviously know what I'm thinking, they all sigh in unison. One steps torwards me and rips off the robe I was wearing! The robe is torn to shreds, I rather liked that robe! Dang it! They all gasp, as if they've seen a ghost. They hold it for a few seconds and look towards them. They are still still. Have they all been turned to stone by Medusa? What is it guys, what? I am beginning to panic, wha-
Then they all start laughing, "You're so hairy! I think I nearly fainted there for a moment!"
I glare a menacing glare. Really? Must they do this to me?
Two hours later I am finally "normal looking", as my prep team says. Really, I don't like it, in fact I would love my hair on my body back! No one will even see it unless I have the guts to run around naked in the hunger games. Which, I think not!
"Your stylist must see you now! Time for dinner!" They all pipe in unison and leave. It's hard not to hate them.
Dinner, nice I'm starving! I will eat seven whole chickens before my stylist even arrives! Then a man with a green shirt and jeans comes into the room.
"Nice, a waiter!" I go into sleeping pose on the white couch. "For starter, rich tomato soup! For main course, twelve chicken breats with mashed potatoes and rice! As for desert, a large chocolate fountain and marshmallows! Get to it!"
He looks confused, "I'm not a waiter, I am your stylist."
"WHAT?! But my prep team said it's time for dinner!"
"First of all, it's seven 'o' clock in the morning. Second of all, my name is Dinna!"
"Oh," I say, getting annoyed, "well then, this is awkward! Now what you gonna put me in! Please note, I have allergies to dust, so even though my district is known for coal mining, please do not make me naked with coal dust!"
"Well," he smirks, "recently, I've been studying the art of fire!"
"Oh, no!"
"Oh, yes!"