Once we get to my home for the next little bit, we settle in. Then we go to our stylists because we need to get ready for our chariot parade. Willow Rylo is my stylist. Her long pink hair and her extended gold eyelashes make her look like a mouse with fur too long. But Districts 1 and 2 are always the most admired tributes at the parade chariots, so I will let her do whatever she wants to do to me. Her accent sounds ridiculous, so I laugh out loud while she talks to me. She is so stupid she thinks I am laughing at what she is saying. This gets me thinking about Clove.
Why would I snap at her? Was I being a jerk? No, I wasn't! She can't take responsibility for her beautiful amazing brilliant self. I found myself blushing and by the time I was prepared by Willow, I was ready to go. I left quickly, eager to escape the provoking hands of my annoying stylists.
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The Victor
FanfictionWant to know what was happening inside the monstrous tribute victor? Want to know what would have happened if Cato had won and killed Katniss and Peeta? You've come to the right place.
