I woke up tied to a cold, metal table. I looked around and saw Katniss and Raiie strapped down as well a few feet away from me. A door opened and 3 colorful people walked into the room. I could tell we were in the Capitol just looking at these 3, but they seemed different from the rest. i laughed. people from the Capitol never look different, they're all the same!
I overheard them talking to eachother about what to do with me. It sounded like one of their names were Octavia. That's a weird name to be honest, but we were in the Capitol for crying out loud! What ISN'T weird here? They said something about Cinna. Who or what was that?
The 3 women, i think, walked towards me and towered over me. one of them ripped something off my legsand it hurt so much that I had to bite my tongue to prevent me from screaming. Another other one was doing my nails and the other held tweezers and slowly plucked my eyebrows adding to the pain. i felt a tear slide down my cheek. "What are you doing? why am I here?" I finally asked. The one with tweezers replied, "Well, dont you want to know who we are first? You will never have sponsers if you keep greeting people like that!" She squealed. "Okay, fine, who are you people exactly? I asked becoming more impatient with the trio. "We are your stylists!" They happily screamed in my face. My eyes widened. Stylists?! Last time I checked, the annual Hungergames occured a few months ago! I became more agitated and anger welled up in my voice, "That's inpossible! The games passed a few months ago!" I yelled as a light skinned man with golden eyeliner walked into the room.
He reached out his hand and I just stopped talking. I froze and stopped struggling. His voice was soft and sincere. "My name is Cinna. I'm sorry for what the Capitol is making us do." He shook his head sadly, and pulled me into a hug. It was awkward at first, but for some reason, I liked him. I felt as though I could trust him. He sat me down and looked in my eyes. "So, for Katniss, we set her on fire. But with you... you seem different. The way that you protect Peeta. He means the world to you doesn't he?" I sighed, and simply nodded. "I know. You mean the world to him too. He wouldn't stop talking about you. It must had been hard for you. I'm so sorry. But I know somehow you will all pull through." I watched him carefully trying to be strong and fight back my tears. He reached into his pocked and pulled out a small golden locket. Inside was a picture of Peeta, and a picture of my mother. He placed it in my hands as a small picture of Gale fell from behind the picture of Peeta. I bent down and picked it up, sliding it back in place with a small smile. "Thank you," I whispered. He patted my back, then dissappeared into the hallway. Suddenly a door opened and it was Peeta.
