I am walking down the stairs to my stylists room, and I clumsily fall down the whole flight of stairs. My stylist thought that it would be a good idea if I dress up like Clarabelle from Mickey Mouse. Since we are the livestock District. I am wearing a yellow dress that is super beautiful with a cow mask on. Keem looks like a greasy pork chop.
On the chariot rides I am wearing really really high heels, like 5 inches high. My stylist said this is to make me look more intimidating. I have never felt so high in my life. Except for that one time my uncle Curtis gave me som expired mushrooms. I slip and twist my ankle, falling onto the ground. District 11's horses and chariot run me over. I take off the heels, and curse at them "You dumb shitfull bastard of a shoe!" I hurily wobble over to our chariot, and get back on. Keem socks me in the gut for making him look bad. He told me that everyone was throwing their garbage at him because of my stupid ass.
We were almost to the president, when a fork comes spiraling at me, and sticks me in my shoulder. I see the obese lady who threw it and scream "Dammit you, I will end you!" She just laughs and flips me off.
We get to the tribute center and Keem is so annoyed with me that he throws me into the most beautiful flower pot I have ever seen, smashing it whole. I scream at him, but he just bitch slapped me, and walks off. I sit on the floor trying to use my saliva as glue to mend the flower pot back together. I'm unsuccessful.
