The room goes dark. We must be in the underground tunnels in the mountains. Excitement bubbles in my stomach, but is quickly overturned by fear. We sit in darkness for a few moments, and suddenly the car fills with light. Noises fill the car, and both of us run to the windows to get a peek of the Capitol. I've saw videos of it, and stories about it, thanks to my parents, but I was never here. Birch is overjoyed with excitement, as am I.
We pass the extravagant buildings, made of glass and beautiful stonework. They glisten in the sunlight, and cast elegant rainbows onto the ground.
People scattered on the streets with crazy, obnoxious, hair do's, and faces covered in tacky makeup or heavily caked face paint. All the colors, are bright and not natural. The reds are all but subtle, the greens are nothing like leaves, yellows you can't even look at straight without squinting, blues that are nothing but ugly, and more. The outfits, are even worse. I believe some people have had plastic surgery to make themselves more gorgious, but failed. Heavily. My parents couldn't exaggerate enough on the Capitol.
Only the people realize what the train is for, the crowd fills with cheers and craning heads, wanting to be the first to catch a glimpse of the newest tributes. Starting to take bids on their favorites, and then watch them die a sickening death. I am disgusted by this, and end up walking away from the window. Birch holds his ground, and plasters on a huge grin. He waves occasionally to the crowd, causing them to go absolutely wild. He backs down after we enter the station. He walks over to me, and shrugs.
"Hey, more sponsors I guess." He says with a genuine smile.
This boy. He isn't scared of death, or he is just too optimistic to understand. No one ever sponsor district twelve. Ever. Even if he begs, no one would sponsor him. I have a slight chance, considering my parents are legends, but I'm sure that won't help me in my case. I have no chance of winning anyone over with my ways. I am far too much like my mother, and the odds are not in my favor.
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The Mockingjay's Daughter
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