Snow's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfic) (on hold)

Chapter 2

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Hey guys it's Tigergirl1356!This is the first chapter in this story that I am writing so I hope you like it!

I run into my room. That little girl from 12, Prim I think. And her sister! She actually volunteered! I respect her for that. She now has a sponsor of me, Lia Snow, Diamond of the Capital. I smile, repeating that line over and over again. But that boy from 2. He was handsome. I just hope he won't win. Otherwise, I know what will happen.  I have made great friends with Finnick Odair, heartthrob of the capital, and I know what he goes through on a weekly basis. Suddenly my door opens, and my brother, the future president, walks in. ¨Hello sister.¨ he says, giving me a curt nod. He is almost 15 years older than me, and even has a child! ¨Hello brother.¨ I reply, curtsying. ¨How is Serenity?¨ I ask. Serenity is my niece. She is also a spoiled brat and a mean one at that. But she always puts on a nice act around father. My brother smiles. ¨She got the rainbow chihuahua she asked for.¨ he replied. I feel bad for the chihuahua. It will be tossed out before the weekend.¨ Father asks for you to  get ready.¨ he says, and walks out without another word.¨Augustus!¨ I call after him, but he keeps walking. I sigh, and call for a maid. Luckily, my favorite maid Caligula comes in. Caligula is rather young, about 30, with mint green skin and rainbow eyes. She takes my hand and quietly leads me to my dress room. I immediately know something is wrong. Caligula loves talking and today she is as silent as a mouse. ¨ What is wrong?¨ I ask her, and her eyes fill up with tears. ¨My birthday party won't have a ice sculpture of me!¨ she yelled, tears running down her face. I release my breath. I thought something serious happened. I let her yell and cry the whole way down to the dress room. The dress room is  a room filled to the brim with dresses, and everyone gets to choose one. First me, then my mother, then all of our ¨family¨ friends and their families.  Caligula finally calms down by the time we reach the room, and opens the door for me. Then, she walks to the side of the room to wait her turn. She is one of the very last people to pick out a dress, but she doesn't mind. I scan all of the dresses in the room, and finally find, ¨the one¨. It is a strapless cream dress with sparkles surrounding it. I  take it, and leave the room, my mom coming inside.

Her dress:

http://www.prommagics.com/upfile/Prom%20Dresses/2012%20New%20Arrival/Tulle%20Sweetheart%20A%20Line%20Sequin%20Gorgeous%20Design%20Prom%20Dresses.jpg