Foxface's Story

Chapter 12

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The sight as we got off the train was unreal. Bright colours, people yelling, excited chatter as people struggled to get a glance of this year’s tributes. It was hard to think of them as people tho. They were all wearing outrageous clothing with hats going this way and that. I saw one woman who had bright neon yellow hair that had to be wig, a purple dress with way to many frills and a blue hat that looked a bit like someone had vomited on it. “How can people wear these things?!” I muttered under my breath.
“Trust me. It only gets worse.” Jemima whispered back starling me as I thought no-one could have heard me over the noise.
Eventually we made our way through the crowd to a building. Then Sophayae channelled me and Don inside the building. Once inside the building our prep teams came up to us squealing and chattering. “Oh look at her!” one of them said “Doesn’t her hair look like Marcia’s at her last party?!” I reached up at touched my hair protectively. “Well,” Sophayae said “Looks like you’re in good hands so we’ll leave you now.”
‘Good hands?!’ I thought ‘These people are gonna murder us!’
I looked to Zach and Jemima for help but they just shrugged their shoulders and gave me and Don sympathetic looks. Then our prep teams grabbed a hold of us and dragged us off to the stations.

As I walked past the stations I saw a glimpse of a few of the other tributes. I saw the girl from 3 who looked just as terrified as I felt, the girl from 1 who almost looked as if she were enjoying it and the boy from 10 who gave me a small smile. I tried to return the smile but it faltered.

At the station my prep team began work on me. They ripped out hair from my legs and underarms, plucked my eyebrows, brushed and washed my hair, covered me in multiple gels and things and pretty much re-did me. It was horrifying. Once they had finished I was wrapped up in a towel then allowed to look at myself in the mirror. When I did it shocked me. I was so clean I was almost sparkling, my hair was washed and flowing freely and my nails which were normally jagged were shining and rounded. I didn’t know what to think. So I just turned to one of the prep team members whose name was Octliana and said “Wow…. Thank you?”
“No problem dearie. I just wish we had more time to fix up and cut your hair and…” she replied.
I reached up protectively to my hair. “No, no. I think its fine,” I said forcing out a smile.
She sighed and walked over to the other 2 prep team members, 2 men named Rido and Etata. Immediately they started clucking away and I was left to look at myself in the mirror. I turned a few times and still didn’t know what to make of myself when the door opened.

A/N
Okay, confession time! I didn't actually write this for Wattpad :O xD
I wrote it for another site and so I actually have up to part 21 (22?) already written. Sooooo, should I continue to update about once a week or should I upload the rest of the parts that are already written and then just update when I actually write I new part?
Please leave me a comment of what you think I should do! :)
Wait... Nobody even reads this story xD I'm just talking to myself
Anyway, until next time *saults* :D