The Hunger Games: What If Katniss Never Existed?

Chapter 32

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Hi, I am sooooooooooo sorry for not updating. The theater camp I was attending was almost done and everyone was really stressing about our play (which turned out awesome, my cast sold out for both productions. If any of you have heard of or attend Actors Garden, please let me know.) I had also reset the password on my phone then forgot it so I was locked out of my phone for a week and all that stuff. Now I am going to go on a writing spree before school starts again. My goal is one chapter every day. Thanks for reading, please vote and comment.

Prim POV

The stylists from earlier came in and instructed me to remove my clothes. I did as they said mutely feeling self conscious all the while. I handed my clothes over to one with pea green skin and watched them as they left me alone in the room. Feeling cold I moved my arms up and down my skin in hopes of creating warmth. A door opened and a man I presumed was Cinna walked in. I held my arms out from my body as he circled me. Cinna remained quiet and he struck me as odd compared to the other stylists, his curly hair was kept short and tame. The only make up he wore was gold eyeliner and his beard did not contain crazy swirls like most other capitol citizens. Stuttering I asked "Are you n-new? I-I haven't seen you before..." He seemed friendly, he wasn't as flamboyant as the other stylists and he didn't try desperately to get plastic surgeries to appear younger. These few things had already warmed me up to him. Cinna's eyes crinkled up at the corners as he smiled, "Yes I am. This is my first year." I nodded my head. "That explains why you got District Twelve then." To the eyes of the capitol District Twelve was just some run down old place where the tributes always die on the first or second day, the worst district is where the newbie stylists are assigned. His lips twisted into a smile at this. "No, I chose district twelve." This surprised me, who would choose us? He seemed to be done with his examination because he handed me a white robe. I was grateful for having something to cover me once again and the soft fabric felt amazing against my skin as I slipped it on. "Let's talk." 

Cinna led me into the room next to the one we were in and had me sit down in a big blue chair. It was made out of velvet, seeing chair reminded me of home and the collar of one of my mothers dresses. It was too small for her now but she always said I would get to wear it when I'm big enough. I always loved that dress, I could stroke it for hours on end. Velvet was rare in District Twelve, our clothes were made of rough fabric and our food had an ever present taste of cole dust. I sat down gently in the chair and absent mindedly ran my hand back and forth across the surface. When I closed my eyes I could almost feel like I was home, I could see my mom and dad. Gabe and Angelica would be playing in another room. I sighed and looked back up at Cinna, I could see the pity in his eyes. I never saw pity, I saw a lust for blood and violence. The capitol is very messed up. "Now," he began, "let's talk about your costume."