Tilula Ovum, a citizen of the richer part of district 12, is reaped at the eldest age of 18. With the help of her mentor, Haymitch, she wins the heart of Panem and becomes the victor of the 61st annual Hunger Games... but at what cost?
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"In 20 minutes, everyone will remember you when you're gone."
We'd made it to the capitol earlier than expected. Around noon.
The architecture was astonishing, both Patrix and I had our faces and hands glued to the windows to peer out into the large crowd of capitol folk anticipating our arrival. They waved dramatically and I couldn't help but smile and wave back. Part of it was kind of... endearing.
I stretched as the train came to a full stop and was following Haymitch outside.
"After you." Haymitch suggests, ushering himself behind me.
He put his palm on the small of my back and gently pushed me forward onto the platform below the open door.
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"Ah! She's so tall and thin and pale! Effie, she's beautiful! How lucky am I this year!?" A very well dressed blonde woman spoke.
"Come along now, the tribute parade is in just a few hours, I'll need your measurements and will need to get started immediately! I have so many ideas!"
"Haymitch!" I grunt as the woman grabs at me, pushing me forward into her car with Effie and Patrix.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll see you in a little bit." Haymitch winks and just like that, we were pulling away from him to some sort of large studio inside an even larger building where the parade would be held.
I stood on a platform, completely silent and still. I glanced at all the beautiful fabrics around me, admiring my designers taste in color.
"I'm thinking the color of dust. We're going to take back that little moment of yours during the reaping and make it couture! As for the boy, something simple in the same tone. A nice suit maybe? A classic and classy young man."
"Right... what was your name again?" I mutter down to her as she's measuring my rib cage.
"Noella Slight." She responds with a warm smile.
She was bubbly, charismatic, and absolutely beautiful.
She begins sketching away at her paper, inquiring with Effie.
"I think this is going to be one of our best years yet." Effie smiles.
"I'm going to get to work, I'll get the stylists together for makeup and hair. Oh this is perfect!" Noella clapped.
"Wait, stylists?"
"Of course dear, it's a spectacular show." Effie links her arm in mine and I grip tightly behind me onto Patrix.
It felt almost as if they were ignoring Patrix, which he seemed alright with. However, they hadn't had a victor at my age in a long time. To them, I was already the star of the show.
