Faith

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The ride to the capitol was easy-going, quiet, and awkwardly strange. "WAKE YOUR LAZY BUTT UP, CLOVE, WE DONT HAVE ALL DAY" a girl voice yelled threw the door. I jump out of bed and put on a simple t-shirt and pj bottoms. I walk into the dining cart and smile. 'What?" I ask curiously. Everybody keeps staring. I finally notice that evrybody is dressed in proper clothes and I'm in pyjama's. Cato and Brutus laugh. "Well then, you do know staring is rude" I snap and punch Cato in the arm. He ignores it and starts to eat again.

       I played with my food for a while. "Clove, no playing with your food" Mellia said slapping the fork out of my hand. It seemed that everything I did, I did wrong. I actually start to eat my food. As the time goes bye, the noise outside gets louder. I jump out of my sit and run to the window. "wow" I say in shock. There was people everywhere. Purple, pink, yellow and blue filled the streets. People with short hair, long hair. People with funky eyelashes, or eyebrows, some people didn't even have any. Poofy clothes. Fluffy hair. It was the strangest thing I've ever seen. I smile and wave to some, until Cato pushes me out of the way.

I ignore his stubborness and sit back down. The smiles on Enorbia and Brutus's face's were different and their were cheers outside that started to make my ears ring. I wipe off my face and head to my room to get dressed in 'suitiable' clothes. As I open the door, I shut it quickly and let the person who ways storming down the hall go bye. I peak threw the crack in the door and see Cato mad and freaking down the hall. I open the door and walk to the living room 'cart'. 'Whats his problem" I snicker. Brutus sits on the chair with a bloody nose. "I've always known Cato was a big spazz" I laugh. Enorbia just glares at me. I sit down and wait to be escorted to my stylists.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 18, 2012 ⏰

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