The Hunger Games - Second Quarter

7

"Chop chop, Cinna hurry!" Effie yells from the outside of my make up cart. The interviews and presentation were done, and frankly since them there has been several uprises in the districts where I didnt stand up and say something nice about the tributes I wasnt allied with. They all yelled, "Tell us how you really feel!" And of course I couldn't do anything because I dont want to get myself killed, I know Snow is watching, I know.

"Just a few more minutes Effie," Cinna calls back as he laces up the back of my dress tightly, "Spin."

I turn to him but nod and start to spin.

"Gorgeous, as always." He says.

"Thank you." I reply, I look at myself in the mirror, my dress was a black dress different then the usual red ones Cinna dresses me in, my shoes however were red, the same with my lipstick and a pin in my hair which held some of my hair in place. My makeup was the right amount, it wasnt natural nor a disaster area, it was hate to say it but it was perfect.

"This is a very formal party, anyone who wants to be recognized will be here, including President Snow and his new head game maker," Effie cheers, "So as I said last year and several years before that! Chins up! Smiles on!" I saw Katniss in the glimpse of my eyes mouth those words "Chins up! Smiles on!" I cant blame her, these people like to see innocent people die, why smile for them? why? I feel the peoples eyes on me when we walk by, however I do smile a little bit.

I see Peeta whisper something to Gale and he nods, what could they possibly be talking about?

"Do you know what they're talking about?" I ask Katniss referencing to the boys.

She shakes her head, "Nope."

"Okay." I mumble.

"Welcome victors of the 73rd and 74th Hunger Games. " A man with a white beard said approaching us, he stood at 5'4 and was wearing a wierd Tuxedo. He reminded me a lot of Snow but I knew he was the head Game Maker. You see, the capitol doesn't take the things people do to them lightly, the previous head Game Maker was killed, because Gale and I lived. Or thats what Katniss, Peeta, and Haymitch told me.

"May I have this dance?" Gale asks me.

"Indeed." I reply with a smile. Gale takes my hand and places it on his shoulder while he places his on my hip and we both hold hands with our separate ones.

"So are you nervous about the 75th Hunger Games?" I ask.

"Oh yeah, rumor says there will be a twist as usual." Gale whispers.

I look at him shocked, even though I knew about the whole "Every 25 years there shall be a twist in the Hunger Games." Why did he have to whisper?

"I just hope im done with these stupid Games." I say.

"Nobody's ever done with the games." He says.

"Why not? Why cant we not watch them, if they dont watch they dont have a game." I say.

"Thats what I said to Katniss on the reaping." Gale lets out a sigh.

"What if we ran away?" I asked my face lifting a bit. Gale chuckled a little.

"We can't do that, they'd find us." He said.

"I know," I reply, "They got what they want, what more can they possibly want from us?"

"Who's they?" Gale asks spinning me.

"The capitol." I reply.

"You mean Snow." Gale says.