Clio-The 56th Hunger Games

Chapter 3

I am staring at the pristine streets if the Capitol.

Alien clowns time the streets shrieking over to the train to get a look at us. The ones that they are sending to their death, cheering. I go over to the food table and grab a piece of fruit nut piece of toast.

I walk back over to the window to see them. I knew they were weird but not like this! Dyed skin, long lashes, long noses, too much make up and over the top clothes an haidos.

"Morning." says Craig, Noley and Leo.

I reply the same to them and then sit down at the table scoffing down whatever food I could fit in. Mainly oats and toast.

Once we were finished, Noley leads us to the exit of the train. I don't gather anything because I don't have anything. Finally we're getting off. Peacekeepers guard us off directly into the training centre. Passing clown-like citizens on the way. We get into the elevator and press 9. "This will be your home for the next week or two!" Noley says chirpily.

Craig and Leo chat until we reach the 9th floor. It stunning. All if the furniture is abstract, bright and over the top.

The floor space is huge and I've never seen a place this big. Let alone so expensive.

"Wow." I mutter. Noley just looks at it like it's any old thing and continues with what she's doing.

Noley shows us to our rooms and I walk in. Seeing a king sized bed, wardrobes and night stand. With a private bathroom of my own. I see a big screen covering an entire wall. It is the Capitol streets. Ew. I pick up a device on my night stand and slide it downwards. The forest, the sea, the fields. I leave it in the fields. The golden, homely fields.

I sit on my bed, admiring the screen.

"UP UP UP!" Some one yells.

"Um hi?" I say.

"We're your Prep team! I'm Lucinda, that's Groodle and this is Syrin. Let's get you ready for the chariot ride!"

I hug all of Them then introduce myself. We are going to the prep room.

In the prep room, they wax my legs, eyebrows and arms, cut my hair and clean my face. All I hear is pointless talk about what's in at the moment, apparently fur socks.

After an hour of pain, it's time for make up. I sit up and see Groodle coming towards me with a big goofy smile. "It's so nice to meet a tribute!" Groodle says happily. "This is my first year!" I nod and close my eyes as he puts on eyeshadow.

It takes him a half hour for him to make pointless small talk and do my make up.

Next my hair. "Now, I'm going to do a loose waved kind of look if that's okay, unless you have some sort of signature look."

"Um, Yeah I do, I just usually wear it in a twisted bun."

She nods and gets to work. Syrin is such a weird name I mean who calls their kid that?

"It's so weird I mean like she didn't even invite me. She was all like Syrin, I can't invite you because your not wearing fur socks-" it been ten minutes and I'm already lost in whatever the hell she's talking about.

Lucinda guides me over to a mannequin where my outfit is layed out, a Lacey gold and black top half with a short golden poofy skirt. It's really pretty.

Lucinda helps me get dressed and then we're ready. "Thank you." I say.

"Your welcome sweetie." She replies with a big, cheesy Capitol smile.

I look at myself in the mirror. WOW it actually looks really good. I'm surprised. My shoulder sparkles from the golden glitter on it. "Oh one last thing." She says as she places a strand of grain in my hair. It reminds me of home, of my mum.

"Ready?" She says. I don't know if I'll ever be but there's nothing I can do.

"Ready." I reply.

She guides me into the big golden chariot and I stand tall.

District one goes first, his name is Gladiator and hers is Shine. Stupid names if you ask me. They just scream I want attention.

After they leave the crowd roars. District two, Genene and Seth. They leave and then proceeds each chariot one minute after each has left.

It's time for us to take off. "Okay." Says Lucinda, waving us off. Before I see the strange looking crowd, with their over-the-top clothes and hairdo, dyed skin and super long lashes, I see the district 10 tributes behind me, breaking down. Crying.

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