Chapter 8

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"Primrose Everdeen! Wake up!" Effie says sternly. She must of had been waiting for like 10 minutes for her to give up her so idiotic bubbly voice. I open my eyes only the tiny bit and see her face. I scream loudly thinking it was some kind of monster.

Peeta opens the door really quickly with worry plastered onto his face until he notices Effie. "Effie! You scared her," Peeta says jokingly. I giggle lightly.

Effie walks out while mumbling. Her face was a mess! Her pale skin had some parts that looked tannish. Her wig was all tangly. And her makeup was so unmatching. Compared to other escorts. But her dress, it was a hideous green. I don't understand Capitol people anymore.

"Thanks Peeta. How often do I scream or yell?" I ask him. If I scream or yell a-lot, I don't want him to come here every time.

"Well about 10 times a night." He says truthfully. I gasp, how can he even sleep with all my screams and yells?

"But you shouldn't care, right? It's not like I'm your sister or anything..." I say a little uncomfortable. And those warm arms suddenly feel recognizable. Ever night I can feel them, and soothing words into my ear. When those horrible nightmares turn into warm dreams.

"You should go eat. Today you have to talk to all of Panem." He says and frowns slightly. He seems deaf for not answering. I don't know about him but I have a slight shyness problem...

"But of course, you'll look perfect. No really, your dress is like a-lot of your personality." He starts sounding like one of those snotty Capitol people.

"Yeah, I'll go in a sec." He walks out the room and closes the door.

Half-walking and half-running, I went to the bathroom. Assorted types of hand soaps are on the sink. A small sticky not, or something like that, says a tiny message;

Choose 1 only your

Perfume are going

To be that smell,

Too. So choose

WISELY! ~

Effie Trinket,

Escort of District 12

Harsh much? Why does "wisely" need to be in Capitols? I'm not immature. Well I was wrong...

I was putting soap on my hands and smelled it then washed my hands after. That soap was put in a yes, no, or maybe place I probably took 15 minutes picking one, so mature.

After finishing changing and all that it was 8:13, 35 minutes doing my hair, washing face, changing, and cleaning. Well that's improvement.

Effie looks at my outfit and shakes her head. "Can you at least try and get some better clothes? Anyway, we need to practice using high heels."

"Nooooo! Can't I just wear shoes that aren't high, please?" I plead. I do not want to wear shoes, like Effie's.

"Well, Cinna gets to choose what shoes you wear but you anyways have to practice." Effie says. She grabs a pair of silver shoes, I have to say they look kinda cute. And their only about 1 inch and a half off the ground.

I hope I get to wear these at the interviews. I think.

"Now, Primrose. Try to walk on these shoes. Careful, last year they broke the heels, I don't want to happen again." Effie says with a shudder. I think she cares more about the shoes than me.

After about 2 hours of that, I have to go to Haymitch. I sit down at the couch and wait for him. He walks down the hall and sits down, he doesn't seem drunk today.

"So, flowergirl, anything you plan to tell Panem." Haymitch says. I let his nickname pass.

"Well, that's why I'm here. To know what I'll tell Panem. If I knew what I had to say I wouldn't need your help." I look at him, eye to eye.

"You're bringing me trouble, aren't you? Well, it's not going to work here. By what I know, you're not a girly girl. And you're not rebelish. I dot know what you are, and If I don't know, I can't help you."

My eyes get watery but I hold the tears back,"What's the point of this?! You know I won't survive these games! You don't have to hide that from me. Whatever I say, it won't help me!" At this point I'm yelling. "Its useless. All of this is useless."

I stand up but Haymitch puts a hand on my shoulder. "I thought the same, and I won. If you manage to hide the whole time, you will actually win." I don't understand how he knows how I feel.

We keep talking until its time to go to Cinna. I take a deep breath as I walk into the room.

AN:I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!!!!!!!! But I promise to try to update faster. Btw, my story Little Kristy is complete but idk how to mark it complete.

Random Trivia:In The Hunger Games, how did Katniss and Peeta "win" the hunger games?

Dedication goes to the first to answer the question. Now, have some cookies.

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