The 65th Hunger Game

†he Øpening Çeremony

Chapter 3: (Please rate, comment and follow :) )

not my best :\

Its been only ten minutes before my stylist come because the Prep team were told i look perfect without any alteration. My stylist walks down to the hall where I'm seated "Hi I'm your stylist. My name is Drilm." He says in the Capitols squeaky voice. "Now Finnick i took some time thinking about it and decided that its best if we don't you any make the capitol should know the real you." I feel a little better knowing ill be myself. Then he walks off and comes back in later with a swimming trunk and hold it up to me and says "This is your costume. The more of you they know the better." And that i hate, i feel too exposed wearing nothing as specially in front of a bunch of hooligan's. But i get dressed in it anyway. In about an hour the sun starts setting so i head down and go to my Chariot. I see Rose coming towards me wearing a swim suite which hated back in District 4 but is supposed to be a hit here in he Capitol. Then as soon as she reaches the Chariot the music starts and the doors open. The tributes roll out and we are lined up to leave 4th as per your District. The number 3 tributes leave and then we roll out, all eyes turn to us and i panic.... A whole crowd of creeps just starting at me so i try my best to smile and wave and all I'm hoping at that moment was that we get a few sponsors around the block.....

 The chariot stops in front of Snow's Mansion and he comes and gives his usual speech but as I've heard it so many times i don't pay any attention instead i watch the people around and weigh my chances and i know that I'm dead...... After his speech is finished are chariots go into the Training center where we will have to stay till the day of the Games. As we enter we head to the lift and we enter it. We go to the 4th floor, as we are from District 4. And as the elevator reaches and opens I step out and at first I'm fascinated by the looks of the place but then i think of all the horrible days yet to come.