The Hunger Games: Peeta's POV

Chapter Four

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Peeta's POV-
We get off the train and peacekeepers greet us at the exit with guns in hand. We walk past the group of solders and head straight to the remake center.

I walk into an empty room with nothing but a chair to sit on. Within five minutes I see someone walk in who I don't recognize.

"Hello Peeta! I'm Portia! I'm a part of your prep team! We already have everything planned out for your outfit! You'll be ready in no time!" She says in a capital-like accent. Their accent is mixture of British and kind of Australian to me. It's just different from the Districts, but almost anything they say sounds funny.

"So, all we have to do is clean you up a little bit and put you in your outfit! It won't take long. You look pretty fine to me." I smile at her comment, feeling flattered with myself. "Thank you." She just gives me a half smile in response.

"Alright! First off, let's fix your hair." She takes out a comb and brushes though my tangled hair. I don't complain. It's not much they have to do. And I don't mind, it gets me sponsors and a better chance of surviving in the games.

"Alright, now some makeup." She brushes my face lightly with makeup. "Just a little bit more. We don't want the makeup to hide your beautiful blue eyes." I smile. Most people arn't attracted to my looks and it's nice to have a complement.

"Now we just have to hose you down and change you in your outfit!" She strips me of my cloths and hoses me down with warm water.

She puts me in a black outfit. And when I say black, it's all black. Black shirt, black pants, black boots. "And during the parade it's will set on fire!" Portia screams. I panic. On fire?!