Huntress POV
I gritted my teeth as the last strand of hair was being ripped from my body. God it hurts so bad. What in the world do they do to the boys? Wait, I don't want to know. Especially if they are considered "desirable". My prep team are bouncing around and talking nonsense that I don't care about and all I want is to be home, with Tristen and Maysilee alive and my family whole again. I glance down at my naked body and see that my skin is a vivid pink from all the waxing. I soak in some sweet smelling stuff and my prep team works on my hair. They cut, tweeze, brush, gel and a whole nother list of things they do to my hair. My head is screaming, the prep team is pulling and I wish it was done.
Soon it is, and I go and sit on a chair. A woman named Faise from my prep team goes to work on my nails, painting them coal black. Another woman named Thalia starts to work on my makeup. Highlighting and lowlighting my face and choosing a coal black lipstick that matches my nails. Soon my body looks radiant, for a twelve year old girl, I look about fourteen. They fix somethings up and I pull on a robe and go see my stylist. His name is Reba. I sit down and he study's my posture, the way I sit, everything. Luckily, my mother taught me how to be a lady. So I sit quietly and wait for him to be done. Finally he speaks.
"Huntress, how are you feeling about being reaped for the games?" Uh oh. I can't say anything without it sounding rude.
"Well I can't say that I'm pleased to be chosen, especially with the mentor we have. He let two of my siblings die." He sighs.
"I have been a stylist for District Twelve for a long time now, I knew Maysilee and still know Haymitch. Maysilee was such a nice girl, too bad you didn't get to know her. And Tristen, he was a nice boy, but he shouldn't have stopped to catch his breath." He replies, somewhat sadly. "Listen, about your fellow tribute from twelve, how do you know him?" He asks curiously.
"He was Tristen's best friend. He used to come by our house all the time, still sometimes does, or did, to make sure I was okay."
"How do you feel about him? I saw the way he looked at you at the reaping." Reba says. I blush and look down.
"He has always been like a brother or friend figure to me, end of story." I say. Why should he know my feelings? But then again, he's probably the nicest person I've met so far. "But sometimes, I think of him as...... more." Reba smiles.
"That's what I thought." He says. "What about him being reaped for the games as well as you? "
"I wish he wasn't, because I know he would check on my family and wouldn't let them go insane no matter what they see on the screen." I reply surely.
"So, what did you think of last years games?" That hit a soft spot.
"It was painful seeing my brother die. I can't express how much it damaged me. I hate Finnick Odair, I always will, but I think I'll get somewhat of an understanding on why he did it once I go into the games." He nods his head, listening intently. "Every night I dream of seeing my brother writhing on the ground, impaled. It was a nightmare though, they are completely different from dreams. They twist them and make them so you suffer. Like I will in these games, maybe I'll even be impaled like Tristen. Like my brother."
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FanficHuntress Donner is the younger sister of Maysilee and Tristen. Both of them had died in the games. Maysilee before she was born, Tristen last year. Huntress is twelve and her name is only in the bowl once. Only having one sibling left and having her...
