That Work Of Fiction (A Hunger Games Fan Fiction) [Completed]

Chapter 5

We went into the dining cart of the train and found Marie sitting at a table that was covered with vast amounts of different foods. She stood up at the sight of us and hurried over to us with tiny baby steps, raising her arms slightly (why do women do that??) trying to run as fast as is humanly possible when wearing stilettos. When she reached us she greeted Seamus with an overexagerrated "Aahh, Seamus, how good it is to see you again!!", and she pulled him into an awkward hug that seamus, judging by the rolling of his eyes, was not too enthusiastic about being a part of. Marie finally let go of Seamus and lead us over to the table. I didn't feel that hungry so I only had a small bowl of salad before excusing myself from the table. I went down long corridors until I reached my bedroom door which was labelled clearly with my name. I entered the room and immedietly realised just how big it was. At home, my bedroom was just a small box room that I shared with my baby sister, Annabel. I lay down on my massive bed, admiring the ceiling, which had very complicated patterns carefully painted on with lots of differently coloured paints. I must of been there for quite a while because when there was a knock at my door, and my eyes shifted to look in that direction, my sight went strange and I kept seeing the patterns swirling around in a hypnotic way.  When my eyes managed to regain normality, I walked over to the door. I opened it and in the doorway was a woman. She looked like she was in her mid to late twenties and she was very thin a pretty, her golden-brown hair fell perfectly around her face.

" Hello Orla, I'm Kara, your stylist"

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A/N helllloooo people, ok so know its not exactly a cliffhanger ending to this part but i didnt want to make it too long so thats it for this part. hope you liked it though!! stay cool guys and  remember

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