Today we have the first tribute interviews. It is the first inside look the people get at the new tributes. I trudge along to the shower reluctantly. I go to my wardrobe and pick out a cute t-shirt and some white jeans. From what I've heard your stylists will dress you so I'll just put on something casual. I set my clothes on the bed and grab a towel and also a washcloth. I take off my clothes and step into the very confusing shower. The shampoo and conditioner are on little shelves on the walls. There are thousands of buttons on the wall under the shower head. I bress a red button and a cold button to make it luke warm.
Perfect.
I pick up the shampoo and pour a HUGE glob into my hand. I lather it onto my hair and wash it in. I havn't really cryed in a while but I take this oppertunity to let a river of tears flow through the flood gates.
I sob...and sob....and sob. I don't know why I am crying until I realize I am wounded, I am hurt. I miss my family, I might have a crush on my best friend, and I am going into an arena where I will most likely end my life.
I wash all of the shampoo out of my hair and smoosh in the conditioner and rinse it out.
I just stand there, nude in the shower thinking about life and crying my eyes out. I let the warm water fall over me. I finally stop crying long enough and turn off the shower.
I get out, reluctantly, and dry off. I go into my room and notice something on my bed I didn't before; a necklace and a note.
I walk over to the bed with much curiosity and pick up the items. The necklace has my name engraved in it and it has red diamonds around it, fake probably. The note reads, "I will protect you. I will not let you go. I will be there for you when times get rough and I will be there for you when you need me. -Zack".
I can't help but smile. I put on the clothes and tie the necklace around my neck. I dry my hair and let the curly brown hair bounce arond my shoulders. I fall back on the bed and cup my hands on my face and just giggle; giddy at the fact Zack left me a preasent and that I might actually have my first crush.
I slide on some black flats and walk out into the main dining room where everyone is already eating.
"Hey." Zack says stuffing his face.
"Hi!" I chirp sitting down beside Zack still giggling inside.
I take a plate from our guide who stays with us and place a roll with strawberry jam on it, some chocolate chip pancakes, about a handfull of strawberries, and a banana. I am starving!
"Looks like somebody is hungry." Zack says nudging my shoulder.
I stick out my tounge and stuff my face, scarfing down my entire meal in less than ten minutes. I take a swig of orange juice.
"Okay, we have a big day today so we must get started." The lady says finishing her meal.
"So what's the plan?" I chip in a happy tone as Zack brushes his fingers against mine. I get a sharp tingly feeling in my stomache and gasp but entwine my fingers with his.
"We have to go down to the salon where they will doll y'all up. Then we will do a dress rehearsal and practice what you will say. Then we will come back here and eat before going down for the real interview." She explains to us. I feel Zack squeeze my hand and I look over at him and he mouths What's up?
I just shake my head and reply to the woman,"Do we pick out our own outfits?" I know, girly question, but I would like to know what I am putting on my body.
"No, each tribute will have their own stylist just like in the book, but instead each stylist will capture your key character and create an outfit just for you. Like Cinna had a firey dress for Katniss but it won't be the outfit that represents your state." She answers me.
