I really don't like Kindia, so as you might imagine being blindfolded on a helicopter with the only entertainment being her yammering was less than ideal. But that is where I am. And it's just a miserable as it sounds. I eventually fall asleep.
When I wake up, I see that Kindia and I have already arrived. We're in a room with no windows or doors. There's only a small table, two chairs, and a big pipe that will be used 6to eject me into the arena. Everything is grey. I see my outfit draped across one of the chairs. It is a simple teal bodysuit with a pulldown zipper in the front and no sleeves. There are 3 pockets total. One on the right breast and two on the hips (where normal pants pockets are). I don't like it, but I've seen much worse. It does confuse me about the climate of the arena. Why have long pants, but no sleeves?
I get into the bodysuit with Kindia's help. She makes sure the zipper is very far down so a lot of my cleavage is showing. Great. The suit is pretty snug, but comfortable. I've never worn anything with this type of fabric. It's much too posh for the districts. I fiddle with Vance's mother's engagement ring on my finger. I'm suddenly very nervous. I don't really want to die.
I climb into the pipe and see Kindia through the glass. "Do us proud, kid." To which I nod. "And may the odds ever be in your favor." She adds as I get injected into the arena.
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All for Him
FanfictionClara Heribain is a resident of District 10 where she lives a somewhat normal life. That is until she gets chosen as a tribute for the 23rd annual Hunger Games. When the other tribute from District 10, Vance, dies before the games, it motivates her...
