The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Prep Before The Arena

Thalia Miracle's POV

I wake up to an all-too-familiar knock on my door. Groaning, I roll over on my pillow burrowing my sleepy face into the plush material.

"Thalia! Wake up honey! It's a big, big, BIG day!" The irritating voice of my escort, Seraphina, rings through the door.

A chill runs down my spine as I remember today is the day I will be entering the arena. It petrifies me that I could be pale, still, dead on the floor in less than three hours. Who wouldn't be frightened that you could die in so soon in life? When you still have so much life to live.

I open one eye. I sit up in shock as I am blinded by the dazzling sunshine shining through the gap in my curtains. Sleepily, I roll out of my cocoon of bed sheets.

I stumble over towards the window. I tug the curtains open. The glittering sun is tickling the horizon. It illuminates the entire Capitol with it's bright rays. Even though the sun is out, there is still a few stars visible. With the pink sky and all the sight looks picturesque.

Although I am mesmerised by the view, the thought of death still lies at the back of my head, threatening to swallow me whole. The anxiety of dieing, will not hold me back. I must be strong.

Who am I kidding? I have no one to go back too. I might as well die in the arena... Nobody will care anyway.

"Thalia? Are you getting ready Hun-Hun?" Seraphina shouts through my door.

"Yep! Just getting into the shower!" I shout back. I hear her and her high heels trotting away.

I tug open the door leading to the bathroom, sighing all the while. Why me? My parents died and I got reaped for the hunger games in the space of two days. Oh what a miracle.

I strip off my silk pyjamas and clamber into the shower. Not bothering to look what I am doing, I hammer my hands onto the nearest buttons.

Thick foam coats my body, wafting an artificial banana flavour onto me. A dark chocolate substance sprays onto my hair, leaving it as soft as a pile of fluffy feathers.

I step out of the shower. Hot air immediately shoots towards me, making me instantly dry. Another gust of warm air, this time smelling like an array of spices, blows my hair around and leaves it fluffy and smooth.

I am about to put my pyjamas on, when an avox enters my room. I blush a little as I am fully naked in front of a stranger. The avox hands me some clothes and departs the room, before I can even say thank you.

I lay the cloths the avox gave me carefully onto my bed. A pair of black tight jeans, a dark green thin shirt and some brown leather boots.

I wonder if these are the clothes I will be wearing during my time in the arena. The clothes I will most likely die in. A cold shiver runs down my spine at the thought.

Trying to push the unwanted thoughts about death away, I pull on the clothes. I ponder whether to put my hair up or not. I don't bother as my stylist will probably do it before I enter the arena anyway.

I face myself in the mirror, a determined look in my eyes. I will be strong to the very end.

"Thalia? Are you ready? It's time to go!" My mentor, Chrissy shouts.

I walk out of the door, as an answer.

Seraphina wraps me in a hug, her studded dress pressing against my face. She lets me go and wraps Josie into a hug as well. I am surprised when Josie lets Seraphina hug her. Normally she wouldn't let anyone hug her - let alone Seraphina! I suppose these games do change people.

Josie's mentor and Chrissy lead us away and towards two separate hovercrafts.

"You'll be absolutely fine. Just don't run at the cornucopia, get what's around you and leave - otherwise sorry kiddo but you won't stand a chance." Chrissy murmurs. "Find Heather and get as far away from any other tributes as you can."

I nod in agreement. Chrissy pats me on the back as I begin to ascend the ladder to the hovercraft.

"Your stylist will be in their already. Good luck, Thalia Miracle." Chrissy says, as I am frozen to the spot and am taken up to the hovercraft.

I shake my arms as I am loosened from the frozen position. I am welcomed by a warm hug from my stylist, Prudence.

Prudence leads me a table stacked high with food and drinks. Although I know I should try to drink and eat something, all I can manage is a glass of water and a sandwich.

For the rest of the journey I stare aimlessly out of the window, as Prudence updates me on the latest Capitol news.

I try to gulp down my nerves as the windows fade into blackness and we start to land.

***

Prudence hands me a waterproof jacket, with a thin fleece lining in the inside.

"I'm guessing quite a hot climate, maybe a bit of forest and shrubbery guessing from your hiking boots. You should probably expect some chilly nights as well." Prudence tells me, as she ties my hair into a sturdy bun.

I nod. Hot is okay. It means no snow... And no snow means your footprints will not be visible. Just please not a desert, anything but a desert. The sandy terrain with nowhere to hide and mutts lurking in the quicksand. It would be my worst nightmare.

"Ten seconds." The voiceover states. My wobbly legs start to make over to the glass tube which will escort me to the place where nightmares come true.

A/N:

Next chapter will be the arena!

Thank you for five hundred reads!!! :D

Once again sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes I may have missed.

~ Thg4Ever :)