REDEEM | one direction. [H]

Break or Remake.

-Harry-

The whole ride to the Capitol was very silent, except for Parry who was always reminding us to act natural in front or out of the camera. She also told us to be poise and graceful, because these were the few keys to winning over sponsors.

And as for our trainor, we have yet to see him, because he was "Busy' in the Capitol, reserving our rooms and making sure these were the best ones yet.

We arrived a day later, and were welcomed by thunderous applauds and loud whistles from the Capitolian citizens, which I referred to as, "Crazy". It also felt very heartwarming, but that moment ended when Parry dragged us both to the remake center to make sure we were very neat and presentable to President Snow during the parade.

I am currently lying down on a cold metal table, naked and covered only with a towel. I paranoidly looked around my empty queue, scared of what would happen in the next few minutes..

Or hours.

Soon enough, people, or might I as well say, Rio birds, were surrounding me, trying to get a good look at me. and whilst they did that, I took a good look at them.

There were a total of five Rio bir- I mean people, surrounding me.

Person #1 had long purple hair, staightened, and she was wearing a shiny blazer, with a matching pair of shiny pants, and shoes. Person #2 was semi-bald, like Cinna, District 12's retired stylist. He wore a black shirt, white trousers, and black shoes. He was by far the most normal. Person #3 had a high pink quiff with razored sides. She had heavy make-up, and wore a fiberglass dress that looked very stiff. Person #4 had shoulder length green hair. She wore a gray coat over a red shirt and super tight trousers, with heeled shoes. Lastly, Person #5 had curly hair (like mine). It was baby blue, and she wore a blue blazer and a blue pencil skirt with flat shoes.

Seeing their styles, I became scared.

What if they made me look like them. They made my hair green, or put on tons of powder on me.

One by one, they began to work on me. On my hair, my arms, and my legs.

Person #1 started to walk over to me and go through my hair.

I instantly panicked.

"What will you do to my hair?" I nervously asked.

She looked at me and laughed cheerfully. "Oh dear, you're a vain one, aren't you?" She teased, tapping the tweazer butt on my nose.

"Uhh. No, I just feel paranoid when someone touches my hair."

"Don't worry, dearie! It's going to remain the same, we'll just cut out some unwanted hair on your scalp. Sounds good?"

I simply nodded before she continued.

Then suddenly, I felt something hot on my legs. I got scared. Was that lava? What if my legs burn? Will I be able to wa-

"OUCH! BLOODY HELL!" I shouted as I jolted upwards and rubbed my leg.

I looked at Person #4, who was the person who did it. "What was that for?!"

"I'm just waxing your legs." she shrigged.

"...What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You know, removing all the hair on your body, except for the.. Uh.." He pointed to my.. Lower region.

"I'll look like a girl!"I shouted.

"A beautiful girl." Person #3 giggled. "Now, hold still please. We don't want to cause permanent damage."