Right from when we get out of the train, people with cameras surrounded us, so I squeeze Ben's hand, not wanting him to be scared of these people with weird hair, eyes, outfits, and make-up. They look like aliens. I swiftly make my way through the crowd, bringing Ben with me. I catch Nickolette waving to the crowd and making her way with a smile.
"What?" she asks when I give her a look. I sigh.
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"Just change into this and lay down," Nicolette says, handing me a paper shirt, dress thing that doctors sometimes use. With a smile, she leaves. After changing, I lay down. After another moment, two people come in.
"Hello, Elena," the lady with the green hair says with a smile. "I'm Ada and this is Cassner," she say, motioning to the man with bright purple hair beside her. "We're just going to help you look better. Do you mind?"
I shake my head and Cassner grabs a brush.
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Even though it wasn't as bad as most, I still didn't like it. I was washed and my hair was brushed. I just wasn't comfortable with it. Thankfully I never need shaving. It wasn't painful like the people who were also waxed, but I still didn't like it.
I turn to hear the door open. "Hi, Elena, I'm Idoa," the person says with a thick French or Mid Atlantic iccent. Her hair and makeup aren't too crazy with the only different thing being her make-up was a neon pink.
"Hi," I say. "How can I help you?"
"I'm going to be helping you. I'm going to help you make an impression. Trust me. It will leave people wanting more."
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I Can't (A Hunger Games Fanfiction)
خيال (فانتازيا)What if you were reaped for the Hunger Games? Would you kill others? Would you hide? Would you fight? Would you die? Would you live? ...
