part 3

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My dress is floating around me and my hair is curled with beautiful flowers in it.  I don't feel comfortable in this dress, because There are two holes made in the right and left side of it and my waste is naked. Tattoos of flames are made on them. On the bottom of the red dress there are black thinks. I think it's ment to be from my district. I usually don't wear red clothes, because I don't like red, but I have to admit that this colour isn't ugly.

  The boy from my district is wearing a red suit. We walk to our carriage and we step on it.  I almost fall out of it when it suddenly starts to drive, but he grabs my hand and pulls me up.  "Thank you" I mumble to him without looking at him.   Ugh.. I  don't like the capitol at all. All  the people are pointing and waving to us as we ride next to them.  I can see They wear the most expensive clothes and they use tons of make-up on there faces.  I imagine them without make-up. They could be so much prettier without all of that, I think. I just can't understand why they are so selfish. People are dying of hunger everyday and they only care about themselves. I want to know what they would do when they had to survive every single day without food or money. Would they even survive? I don't think so. You know what! I don't only dislike them, I hate them.  I hate them because of their attitude. I hate them for seeing people die and  don't do anything about it and...  I hate them for taking my mother. I never realized it till this moment. 

I don't wave, I don't smile, I just stare in front of me. The boy from my district is acting the same like me. We look in each others eyes and he gives me his hand. We're holding hands till we are back at the beginning and then we finally let go. I can feel my cheeks get red and I awkwardly smile at him.  "You don't like them too, do you?" I ask.  "No" he nods "they took my sister" .

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