The Hunger Games (Fan-fic)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 already?? I've never written so much in a week! :P Anyways i hope you guys enjoy! 

Five days have passed since Faye stormed off and she hasn't spoken since. I've taken her words and thought about it, really, she's right. I've had no training for this day, not even a few push-ups or runs. I've never had to rely on survival since my dad has been able to put food on the table and i'm not even sure if I can handle a weapon with ease. Right now my chances are not looking so good. But I do have one thing Faye didn't take into account. 

Determination.

I've made it my mission to make it out of this thing alive, not for me, but for the baby. It at least deserves a chance at life, the Capitol may have taken mine away, but it will not take away my child's.

"Wren come outside, the Capitol's coming into view!" Thyme's loud voice makes me jump as she comes barging in, waving me to come out. 

I follow her through the hall and out into the dinning room, where most of the windows on the train reside.

As soon as my eyes lock on the Capitol, it takes my breath away.

The city looks on fire as hundreds upon thousands of lights decorate the humongous, glossy buildings and the sprawling city streets. Everything looks polished and luxurious here, as if it wouldn't, and hundreds of small, shiny houses line the streets. The people look just the same as Thyme, with ugly tattoos covering their faces, bizarre colored wings that look unnaturally bright, and wacky clothes that not even the poor in District 12 would wear. The same people point and scramble to the train as it pulls into the station, big grins plastered on their faces.

"They look like a bucket of paint exploded on them" Levi comments behind me, I didn't even notice him come up or I didn't notice him when he was already here. I hear the hate in his voice and move a couple of inches, afraid his big fist will come banging on my head out of anger.

"It's fashion Levi" Thyme replies in a snobby voice, I smile at how brave she is, with how petite she is, Levi could throw her out the window without even trying.

I let out a small whimper as Esme, one of my prep team, moves another spiny sponge down my back. I'm pretty sure that one took some skin.

"I'm sorry dear, but fashion takes a little pain" Ya, peeling my skin like a orange is fashion i'm tempted to retort but hold back. I've already angered enough people.

"Oh yes it does, I remember it took six hours to sew my wig into my real hair and another ten to get all my body tattoos. I was ready to collapse from exhaustion!" Remi, another prep team member, accounts while playing with her long pink wig. The last member, Elias, looks about as normal as me with the exception of some bright green nails.

Another prickly stroke down my back, makes me cringe, what these people will do for fashion. "There your all done dear!" Esme clasps her hands, I can't help but stare at the yellow feathers that replace her eyebrows, did she sew those in?

They stand me in front of a full-length mirror and I gasp. My wild curls of hair have now been smoothed into soft waves that fall down my back, my legs, arms, and underarms are now sleek and hair free. But most of all, my skin is glowing, really glowing, it's about the cleanest and healthiest i've ever looked.

"Great job" a silky voice says making everyone jump, I turn around to find my stylist, Atley, staring intently at me. It makes me feel uncomfortable and I pull the towel tighter around me. He's got to be about the strangest man i've seen all day. His hair is a bright neon green wig that stands out in all directions, his face is smothered in jewels and his eyes are a shade of purple, which I assume is because of contacts. He's dressed in a simple blue t-shirt and jeans which throws his look off. He looks half normal and half crazy.