I look down at my dress. Being from District 1, Ben and I got luxury so I had to be with that theme. My dress hugged my curves, but thankfully not too much with a skirt that poofed out around me like I was stuck in a pastry. The dress was a turquoise blue with silver sparkles sparkled over it.
"It's beautiful," I say.
"And that's not the best of it. Wait until you get out there, then you'll see the best of it. Now hop on," Idoa says. I nod and hop on the chariot with Ben.
The chariot begins to move and I see Idoa give a smile. I smile back. Light suddenly blinds me, but it's not coming from above me; it's coming from under.
I hear sighs and cheers. "Elena! Elena! Elena!" I get it, my dress is a disco ball. I grab Ben's hand, lifting it in the air. He deserves attention, too.
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When it's over. Idoa smiles at me. "Great job, both of you. You're sure to get sponsors," she says.
"Thank you, so much," I smile, hugging her.
"You're welcome."
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"Here we are," Nickolette says as she pushes the door open. The room has a table in the center with a couch on the side. "Is anyone hungry?" she asks and I yawn.
"I'm tired and I'm not too hungry," I answer. "Ben?" He yawns and shakes his head. "I guess we'll both be going to bed. Good night."
"Good night. Your rooms are down that hall." I walk down the hall and into my room. The room is so large with a large bed in the center. On the side, there is a remote. What is that for? I sit down on the bed and press a button.
The walls change to look like ice. I press the button again and it's open grassland. I smile and lay down for a moment. Sleep takes over.
A/N: I'm going to release the list on Thursday, August 13th, 2015. If you want to make a character for this story, please do so soon. (And if you want to do two, or more, that's fine.)
-Thanks, Keilah
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