The 71st hunger games
Chapter 7:
We're pushed through the crowd to a building where I will meet my stylist. "Don't resist." Blight shouts over the crowd.
My prep team look like three aliens, and I'm not exaggerating. Posin has has green hair falling down to her hips, a lot of makeup and gold tattoos all over her face. Bolay has a orangey skin (quite pale) and just a short strip of purple hair down the middle of his head. Olivona is the least freakiest of the three. She has pale pink curls up to her shoulders and two white tattoos on either side of her cheeks. They wax me and bathe me until I'm sore They tell me to wait here while they get my stylist. I put on a robe and sit on a seat in a corner of the room. My stylist soon appears and my eyes blink in horror at what she has in her hand. It's a long sleeved, brown, top and a tight skirt that goes all the way down to my ankles. There are different kinds of brown on it, light and dark and others that you would see on a tree. Why lumber! I think to myself. I hate our district right now. I have to dress up as a stupid tree! As my stylist, who's name I found out is Loveria, adjusts my clothes which I had to put on, I pull at my hair that now looks like green and brown muck.
When I get to see myself in a mirror I feel like screaming, but the i remember what Blight said, don't resist.
We go in a lift that takes me and Lazail down to the chariots. As we reach our chariot I look around at all the competitors. My hear beats faster and faster as I get into the chariot. What if I don't make it out of the arena? I'd be dead, that's what would happen.
Then we start moving. The hazel brown horses move towards the cheers of the crowd. District 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and then us.
