I am so mad at Gan for not telling me about the woods. We had known each other for this long, and he doesn’t even tell me about our home town getting destroyed? I thought I could trust him.
“Why haven’t you told me about this yet?” I ask.
“Well, I was going to, I just needed to find the right time to tell you,” he said matter-of-factly.
“I still don’t believe you that much,” I say.
“Well I can always try,” Gan mumbled sadly. He gets his feelings hurt way to easily. It’s a wonder that we won the war.
“Well then Miss Larissa, I will show you to your room. I have laid some clothes out for you on your bed, and I want you to get dressed, then come down to the dining hall. If you need help at all, press the button and ask for directions. It will print out for you automatically.”
“Thank you Mr. Tyson.”
“You are very welcome since you practically saved our whole country.”
“Well, you did help me with the training and such.”
“I know, I know.”
That was very weird. He should have said that the training didn’t really teach me anything, because everyone says that I am a natural with a sword. The training really didn’t teach me anything. All that I learned was that the stuck up people that ran the Board didn’t care about anything that happened to us. They didn’t care that our woods are the reason that they have protection. Now that we have rebelled, all they care about is if the other twelve woods find out, which they have, and if we kill them off, which we have.
When I walk into my room, it is beautiful. There is an enormous bed with a beautiful pink bedspread. When I look at it, I think of how much when I was little that I longed for a bed like this. The walls are painted light pink. There is a desk with a beautiful mirror on it. When I walk up to it, I look at myself. Oh, how I haven’t look like this in years! I had always been covered in dirt and grime, that I thought it was permanent.
I look too beautiful to be true. My used to be long mangled curly blonde hair, had almost been transformed into shoulder length, straight, silky blonde hair. My dirt caked face had been turned into a beautiful, pale face, with a nice blush on it. My eyes and eyes were a very pretty shade of blue. My eyelashes and eyebrows used to be long, bushy, and tangled, are now shapes, and my lashes are dark and pretty.
How do they even afford all of this, when my woods people have been living in poverty and tents for all of these years? All of these questions have to go unanswered, because the board people are all dead now.
There is a light little tap on my door, and a sweet little voice that says, “Larissa, are you almost ready?”
It is then that I realize that I am supposed to be getting dressed. “oh, um yes I am almost done,” I go to my bed, and see that the outfit they had given me is quite flattering.
I slip on the beautiful, knee-length, long, white dress, and leave my room. In the hallway, there is a little girl, about eight or nine that says she is to take me to the dinner hall. I don’t refuse, so she walks down the hall takes a few turns, and then we are at the dining hall.
When I walk into the room, the little conversation that was going on stops , and everyone turns to me.
