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

Chapter 7

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BACK TO ORLAS POV

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Kara took me to a cart on what felt like the other end of the train. She told me to lift my arms above my head so that she could accurately measure my chest, waist, thighs and so on.

"Right, thats it Orla, we're all done"   I breathed a sigh of relief

"Good" I said. I'm very self conscious about my body, but Kara seemed to understand.  There was a knock on the door, and in came Freddie, with who must be his stylist. Kara went over to talk to Freddie's accomplice, which gave me time to speak to him. I raised my eyebrows ever so slightly and Freddie must have understood because when we reached eachother, he said "That's Jordan", and he pointed to the girl that he had come in with, she looked about 19 or 20 in my opinion. "And that's-" I started, but Freddie broke in with "Kara?", a mischievous smile growing on his face.

"How d'you know?" I asked, in mock suspicion. Freddie tapped the side of his nose with his index finger and said:

"I have my sources" We both stood there, laughing, when the door opened and Seamus came in.

"We're in London" he said. My heart skipped a beat. All this time I had forgotten the reason we were here, to compete in the games, and now we had roughly a week until we are plunged into the arena with a bunch of other kids, who will be calling for our murder. I went into this horrible daydream where I was crying over Freddie's lifeless body, with an infuriated boy running towards me, swinging his sword around, edging closer and closer.

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A/N hellloooo peopleeee!!! ok so there is more to come but I thought that was an alright place to stop. Nothing else to report but remember:

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