PART ONE
I knew we had already arrived at the capital not only because the train has stopped its because of the roaring "fans" screaming and hollering in there dumb little outfits aka the capital citizens.
Immediately we were taken to the tribute center after we had arrived and were taken to meet are stylists to get us ready for the tribute parade.
That's when Mason and I get separate. Probably because we are meeting are stylists and getting stripped and perfected for the tribute parade.
When I go in I'm strapped to the table where they yank the life out of every body hair on my body, then they wash my hair with perfumes and oils, and I'm scrubbed clean till nothing that has to do with filth is left on my body. Then they wax my body,which im pretty sure theres nothing left but apparently they dont care about my health.
After about a hour an half stripped to the bown laying down with my hospital garment on, while laying on a cold table waiting for my stylist until finally he comes in.
"Hey Addison, my name is Amaryll and im your stylist for the games." He says with enthusiasm.
Amaryll, come to my surprize looks normal handsome even, he has blue eyes with dirty blonde hair, the only thing thats not normal is his piercings that are gold and silver on his eyebrow and his nose.
"So how tree like are you going to make me look?'' I said laughing a little.
"Actually I'm going to make you look like an autumn dream." He says.
"Ok." I said with confusion clearly showing across my face.
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60th Annual Hunger games ( fanfiction )
FanfictionAddison Everett from District 7 is entered into the Hunger games at only age 14, are the odds in her favor well the journey has just begun.
