The Fangirl Games (EDITING)

Five // What the Hell is 'Shaving'?! **

Alexandra - Supernatural

I watch trees hurl past us, my cheeks feeling stiff from my earlier tantrum. Quinn had guided me back to my room and I took a shower, the hot water running down my body. District 18 didn't usually get warm water, not from where I was from, at least. My dark hair was dripping and tangled, I hadn't bothered with the towel, and my new clothes feel so different from The Sine's, where it was all hand-me-downs. I had given my black dress to some girl, ordering her to wash it. Now, I was wearing sweatpants and a loose hoodie.

As I pass a huge mirror on the wall, I glanced at my reflection and almost jump back. "Oh, God. Is this what I looked like back at the Sine?" I mutter and quickly grab a brush.

A knock resonates through the room as I finish pulling out all the knots from my hair, and the girl that had given me my clothes walks in.

"Wow!" The girl says, eyes wide. "You are really pretty when you aren't dirty and don't look like BigFoot."

I roll my eyes. "Gee, thanks."

Then she looks down at my outfit and then at my legs, since my sweatpants had hitched up somehow. Her mouth drops open but she quickly shuts it. "Um, ever heard of shaving?"

I raise an eyebrow.

"Or plucking your eyebrows? Or mascara? Or even something as simple as lipstick?" The girl frowns.

I scoffed. "I've heard of all that stuff. Just because I'm from a poor district doesn't mean I don't know about the fancy stuff you guys have here. I also know that it's all useless. It doesn't provide protection against demons, doesn't prove itself a weapon, and lipstick just makes you look like soulless Sam Winchester who bit himself to draw a devil's trap out of his blood."

The girl cries out indignantly. "I'm not letting you go out of this room like that."

"Who says you can stop me?"

The girl ignores me and pulls me towards the bathroom. "Now, I'm just normal with make-up, Gwendolyn is way better at this than me."

"Gwendolyn? As in Gwendolyn Talbot, stylist of District 18 and daughter of Bela Talbot?" I ask.

"That's the one. She'll study you at 5:00 today, to find your shades."

"My what?"

The girl opened a cupboard in the bathroom, pulling out a crude-looking thing with blades at the end of it.

"What is that?" I drop into combat mode immediately when I see the potential weapon.

"Calm down District 18 Girl. It's how you take off all those...gross hairs on your legs." The girl says slowly.

I glance down at my legs. "I don't see anything gross about some hairs on my legs."

The girl gasps. "Do you even have any beauty standards at District 18?"

"Not at The Sine." I shake my head.

"Get in the shower." The girl orders.

"I just got out of it about 30 minutes ago."

"But you didn't shave. I bet your armpits are just as bad as your legs." The girl said indignantly.

I decide to humor the girl and start to pull off my jacket. "Aren't you going to go?"

The girl shakes her head. "You should get used to people seeing you naked. Gwendolyn and her assistants will."

"Gwendolyn and her assistants are not going to see me naked."

"Just get in." The girl pleads.

I growl in frustration and take off the rest of my clothes. "This is so awkward." I grit my teeth and step into the shower.

"Don't move. I'm going to shave your legs for you, okay?"

"No, it's not okay."

"Well you don't get a choice." The girl snaps and starts to pull the thing over my legs.

After several awkward moments and shouting, I step out of the shower. The girl gives me new clothes, claiming the ones I was just wearing were dirty.

I pull on the black shorts, a black tank top and my black leather jacket. Then the girl hands me what she called "fashion combat boots".

I roll my eyes but put those on as well.

"We should pluck your eyebrows." The girl comments.

My hand goes up to my left eyebrow. "What's wrong with them?"

The girl grabs what looked like pincher-looking things and walks up to me. "Keep still."

I decide to let the girl do what she wanted, since I know that if I fought against her it would derail to actual violence and I would be taken some place.

A sharp pain stabs me in the general area of my eyebrow and I jerk back. "Ow! What are you doing?"

The girl sighs impatiently. "I'm plucking your eyebrows!"

"Stop!" I say when she leaned towards my face again.

"Stay still Alexandra." The girl grunts.

"How do you know my name?!"

"I watched the Reaping. Duh." The girl rolls her eyes.

"Oh," I say. "Well then what's your name?"

"Ashley." The girl replies.

"Ow. Ow. Ow!" I slap Ashley's hand away. "Are you almost done?"

"Yep, only a little bit more and your unibrow's gone."

I grumbled a colorful phrase and Ashley slaps me upside the head.

"Do not use that language in front of me." Ashley scolds.

Finally, after Ashley straightened my hair with a hot iron thing, almost poked my eye out applying 'mascara', and trying putting lip gloss on my lips (which I denied to, claiming what she had already done to me was enough), I walk out of my room, desperate for air.

Quinn is sitting in the dining room, snacking on something.

I fiddle with my anti-possession necklace, all of a sudden nervous. Quinn would probably see me and think I was hideous. I certainly did think so.

"Hey."I say and grab an apple, biting into it.

Quinn turned around and his eyes widened. "Wow...you clean up nicely."

I roll my eyes and plop down on the comfy seat next to him. "Cleaning up nicely involves lots of pain. My forehead feels like a plucked chicken and Ashley cut my legs twice."

Quinn glances at my forehead then legs. "What?"

"Shaving and plucking. It hurts like hell."

"Oh. Right. My older sister would do that all the time." Quinn nods.

I raise my eyebrows at him. "So you don't come from The Sine. I thought as much."

"You do?"

"Yep." My hand returns to playing around with my necklace.

"Wow. Is it as bad as they say?"

I shrug. "I guess so. You're sent off to Camp Winchester at the age of ten and by the age of fourteen, you're considered old enough to fight off the demons and angels."

Quinn scowls. "At fourteen you fight off the uglies?"

I nod.

"Wow," Quinn says. "Sounds like Hell."

I grinned. "It is."

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So we got a snow day today and I decided to update too. This chapter is more filler really, I'm too lazy to put more detail into it.