The Hunger Games - Primrose Everdeen

Chapter ten

It's an absoulutely restless night. Nightmares flicker in my mind throughout the night, weaving their way into even the sweetest of dreams.

I'm wide awake and it's only 5:26 in the morning. Uncovincingly I tell my body that I'm still tired and that going back to sleep is a good thing. Even I don't beleive it for a secound. Going back to sleep means more bad dreams.

Before I'm even sure of what I'm doing, I walk down to the living area where I ask a Capitol server for a coffee. I've never had the drink before but I plenty know that it helps give you energy and keep you awake.

The man comes back carrying a cup with steam pouring out of it and a bowl of something that I can't see. He carefully places the two items on the clear, glass table, the cup resting on top of a coaster. "What's in the bowl?" I ask.

"Sugar. Coffee's too bitter without it." Say's the man.

"Well, thank you." I say. He nods and leaves. Why did I thank him? He's from the Capitol, which means he can't wait for innocent children to meet their death's. 

My head begin's to pound and the world is spinning so I put some sugar into the coffee. Once the coffee is thoroughly stirred, I find my way back to my room and sit on the soft, white carpet. After downing the coffee I grab the paper that Haymitch has given to me with what I am to say in the interviews written on it.

An hour later, the words are branded in my mind. I dress casually and brush my teeth before heading down to breakfest, even though it's still to early.

While I'm in the bathroom I stare at the large tiled floor. A smirk crosses my face and I run to my dresser, pull on comfy socks and dart back to the bathroom. I begin to slide back and forth like I did on the train. Tomorrow's the first day in the arena, I may as well spend what may very well be my last day having some fun.

After an hour I know it's time for breakfeast and I head down to the dinning hall. Everyone, except Peeta and of course Haymitch, is seated around the table. About a minute or so later Peeta arrives. We all dig in, knowing very well that Haymitch is likely to be passed out drunk in his room. We begin breakfeast. No one really talks much. Effie attempts to start a conversation now and  then buyt no one continues talking.

Once we have all finished breakfeast, Effie stands up and clasps her hands together eagerly. "Time for prepping!" She squeals joyfully.

I'm whisked away and taken to my bathroom in my private quarters.  The prep team works hard to make me look my best. I guess that the prepping they did for the Tribute Parade wasn't enough. It's quite easy, though, to tell that Octavia is getting frustrated. But once she gets over some major flaws she returns to a calm, focused state. My prep team chatters about silly Capitol things. I would roll my eyes at them but my eye makeup is being done and I'm not allowed to move my eyes. 

Finally, they all step back. "You're so pretty now, Prim!" Venia squeaks. Now? Only now? Well, thank's Venia.

"Thank you, all of you." I say genuiley even though I really am not very thankfull. "Possibly with this look I can win over a few sponsors."

Flavius gives a look of care. "Of course you will. Now let's go get Cinna." They happily spill out of the room and Cinna takes their place. In his hand he's holding a black and silver dress.

My eyes grow wide at the gorgeousness of the dress. "Woah."

Cinna smiles. "I was hoping you'd like it," I nod my head to show that yes, I do like it. "While designing it I was trying to give off the affect of coal. What do you think? Goal accomplished or no?"

"Well," I begin. "You did it." I slip the dress over my body. It reaches just below the knees and has no sleeves but clings to my kneck to keep the dress up. I slip my feet into silver flats.

After adjusting some strands of hair that fell loose he grabds a small necklace. "And now for the finishing touch." Cinna clips the necklace on and presses what appears to be a small button. The necklace flares uo in red and orange lights that give the image of fire.

"How did you come up with these designs?" Kindly, I ask. "Never have I seen something so amazing."

"A magican never reveals his secret." Replies Cinna. "Do you have a token yet?"

"What?" I wonder curiously.

"For the arena." Cinna informs me. In answer, I shake my head no. "Okay, then how would you like to have this necklace as your token?"

"I'd love to. Thank you." I say quietly. 

Before leaving for the interview, I study those possible life saving words one last time. They flow through me like a river cutting through a mountain. Hopefully I don't forget these words. My death won't be in the arena if I do, my killer would be Haymitch.

Yes, short chapter. And that's all that you'll be getting untill someone comments about what they think.