I finally went back to my room to get changed into clothes. On my bed, lay atight green t-shirt and cream puffy skirt is different to my normal jumper and pants or lose skirt.
I reach for the note I placed under my pillow, for safety. Is it really from Katniss? I unfold it, careful not to rip it. It reads,
'Press the mockingjays head at 11:50pm on the first night if your stay in the Capitol. Knock on the wardrobe door 5 times and open it. Don't fail me, little duck.'
"Primrose! We are here!" Exclaims Effie, standing in front of me, giving me her hand. I automatically shoved the note up my sleeve, giving me a paper cut on my wrist. I took her hand and walked behind her as she strutted down the hall.
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"Oh you to look amazing!" Shouts Effie, "but Cinna has done better, but it'll do!" Yet, frankly, looked awful. I had random piece of fake coal, sticking out of my dress, and a hat on fire to top it off.
"Now, Primrose, I want you to send kisses out to the audience, and Zac, big smiles and waves." Says Cinna, helping us get onto chariot. "Good luck!"
The light blinds me, as the crowd shrieks. I freeze, forgetting everything. I need to do something. I rise up one hand and slowly wave it at the audience. I see a camera focused on my face. I blow a kiss straight at the lens.
The chariot halts to a stop, nearly flinging me over onto the horses back. "Welcome, to the 75th annual Hunger Game, or our third quarter quell. And I wish the best, to all our tributes." Snows voices rings around the area as he raises his glass. His tiny eyes glare at me, then flicker to Zac, but soon returning back to me. I just look down at my black, sparkling shoes.
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The Hunger Games Fanfic!
FanfictionWhat if everything went down hill for Katniss in the games? The 75th Annual Hunger Games is here and Prim is worried. This fanfic is in Prim's P.O.V. I did make up some characters but most of them are not my own. I did make this up myself so just e...
