The 100th Anual Hunger Games

4.

We reached the Capitol in a few days and we saw the people who lived there scream and yell as the train stopped. Tristan walked towards the glass and waved. What an idiot. He actually liked this.

I thought that maybe Tristan may have a chance of winning. But i couldn’t say anything without seeing the other tributes from the other districts. Espcially Padina. Those tributes were strong as animals. Literally.

The doors swayed opened and we were directed to our stylists

I talked with Katniss a bit on the way and she told how she arranged Cinna to be my stylist. She liked him so much and hoped that i was going to like him as well.

Who couldn’t like Cinna? According to everything that Katniss told me he was very likeable. When we reached i was laid on a table like matress on weels and was washed from head to toe. They waxed my legs and even my arm which wasn’t quite necessary. The only i have to complain is that it hurted.

I sat up straight after they had finished and waited for Cinna to come. He was just like Katniss described. Tall and always had that gold eyeliner. To be honest it suited him.

He introduced himself to me and told me all about my outfit. Instantly i fell in love. But i was mostly happy because there wasnt any fire included.

No matter how fake it was i still would be scared of that thing. So i put on the dress and eyed myself. I do look amazing if i do say so myself. I was wearing a black gown that had printed flame designs on the tail of the dress.

It was one shouldered and it just looked so gorgeous. My hair was up in  a style that just couldn’t be described with words.

Cinna made me look and feel beautiful.

Tristan was wearing a black one piece suit that fitted his well built body

We went onto the chariots and the horses started going. The crowd was loud and crazy. They admired the Padina tributes. We were in the waiting line and i could see the Matthias (District 11) tributes. The girl was trying not cry and suck it up. She looked an age younger than me but she was so gentle. How on earth was she going to kill anybody?

Their chariots dissaperead into the bright lights and then shortly it was our turn. The crowd went crazy , throwing everything that was soft. Roses and Money was the most of them. I expected Tristan to hold my hand or something like they always did in the parades , but he didn’t.

So i softly grabbed his hand and he just looked at his hand then at me. I slowly raised it to the air and admired all of the attetion no matter how wrong it was

İ was going to win this

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im sorry , another short chapter :\

but trust and believe me it gets better :) 

~Annabelle