Three days later, I climed aboard the train to the Capitol. My luxurious cabin had everything I know I could never have back at the Seam. My stylist, Raisa, sat on my bed. "Usually." She started. "A stylist would start tomorrow, but I want to test a few designs."
She dragged me to her and the prep team's quaters. It was a huge room near the end of the train. Five beds were tucked into one corner, next to seven closets, ten dressing tables and nine chests of drawers. On the other half of the room, there were six couches, surrounding a quaint coffee table. There were four manakins, each with a different design. There was a HUGE closet filled with every kind of costume there ever was. Next to that, there was the two biggest dressing tables that ever existed.
Raisa pulled me over to the tribute side, where she and the prep team sampled me like a test subject, putting on shades of makeup and dress after dress after loose top and shorts. Hours later, they finally let me go. I headed to the dining cabin, where William and Ella sat, gobbling up a delicous lunch. I immediately dug in. I had never eaten so much in my life. I ate until my stomach was over satisfied then I went straight back to my cabin.
I took one of the books out of the bookshelves. The Capitol had all the books that existed before this place called North America had fallen and Panem rose out of it's ashes. I took a book out of the shelves called 'Alice in Wonderland'. I was immediately sucked into another world as I studied each page...
That night I changed into a silk nightgown and climed into bed. Questions raced through my mind, along with answers to some. What IS the Hunger Games like? Will I die? Most probably. Who are the other tributes? Should I turn against the Capitol? NO! Is President Rod scary? What happens if I die? What'll happen to my family? What will Jishy do to my pin? Maybe keep it locked away forever? Nah! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh? Why do I always say ugh? Why is life so horrible? Why are the writers of North America so stupid to think something like Alice falling into a hole a dream? Is the Hunger Games a dream? No! It's been going on for ages. What was North America like?
I slapped myself out of questionland and tried to sleep. But I couldn't. Dawn came and I didn't get a peep of sleep. Heaving myself out of bed, I went to Raisa's quaters and the prep team rushed over to me. They shaved out body hair and cut my eyebrows. " Every girl must look her BEST!" Exclaimed Raisa.
My costume had to represent District 12, which's main job is mining. "Coal BURNS!" Shrieked Vanessa, one of the members of the prep team. They dyed the tips of my coal-black hair red and put it up in a ponytail. Next the pulled a black, long sleeve evening dressnover me, the tips flowing, red tool. My heels are black and at the bottom are obviously paintings of fire. They put on black eyeliner and lipstick with red eyeshadow and contact lenses.They put us on a black chariot with glistening rubies and russet horses. The chariots rode into the training centre, where William, the other tributes and I would train until the games...
Author's note: My plot does not really follow the real Hunger Games because this is just a fanfic so if anything goes wrong that doesn't fit the real Hunger Games, PLEASE do not march all the way to Malaysia to scold me and please no mean or swear words in the comments. My life, as a six grader, is more stressful than average.
