LEIA CALORE WAS MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS IN HER BEDROOM. Her legs were swinging back and forth over her head as she lay on her stomach, sprawled across the mattress. She was humming some old lullaby that she did not remember the name of as her finger weaved the string in and out of each other. She had just learned a new pattern from a boy at school, and she was eager to get it just right. However, her braiding was interrupted by an obnoxious voice. "Leia, it's starting!"
"Coming, Mother!" she responded, and she put down her string and stood up, straightening out her dress before heading into the living room to watch the Reaping. She sat down on the couch with her back straight up and her hands in her lap as the music of Panem played throughout the room.
The Reaping decided who was going to compete in the Hunger Games, which was a fight to the death that the country held every year for children ages twelve to seventeen. There were twelve districts, and a boy and a girl were selected from each and then thrown into an arena until one Victor remained. Leia was fourteen, but she lived in the Capitol. That meant that she was not a candidate for the Games, something that she was eternally grateful for, despite the fact that every single person in the Capitol seemed to be annoying.
However, that year, she got to work with some of those obnoxious people. She was doing an internship that allowed her to miss school and act as an apprentice designer for the Games. She would be working with some of the best designers in the country as they worked to make this year's Tributes look good. Mrs. Calore turned to her daughter with raised eyebrows. "Do you remember what District you're with?"
"Four, I think," Leia answered. She was going to be working with the great Apollo Blase and his team. Blase was widely known around Panem for his bold designs and impeccable taste. The Calore girl did not know whether to be excited or intimidated.
Her mother winced, which made her heart drop, but then a smile made its way onto her face, which soothed the young girl's nerves a little bit. District Four was not technically a Career, but it was sometimes considered one since they had pretty high numbers when it came to Victors. The older woman responded, "Ooh, not quite One or Two but still very good."
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