The Boy from my Dream

Chapter 8

Ok 8 more reads and I get to my goal of 100! you don't know how excited I am!! Also I've noticed that the more recent chapter like my last one barley have any reads.. is that because you read the first chapter and get bored? i don't know but let me know in the comments if there's anything you need to say!

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In the morning I'm woken up by Effie knocking at my door and announcing the "Big,big,big, day" ahead of us. At breakfast we sit at our usual spots, Effie at one side, Peeta and I next to each other on the other side, and Haymitch at the head. I know it might sound weird but sometimes i find myself enjoying our time together. This is the closest I have to family here in the Capital.

After a big breakfast off lamb stew, french toast, and juicy fruits, Peeta and I are taken to our prep teams as every other tribute is at this time to prepare for our open cermonies this evening.

I'm laying on a table waiting for my prep team when three people each a diffrent shade walk in. They introduce themselves as Flavius, Venia, and Octavia. Each one has crazy colored hair and tatoos. They begin their work on me.

First I'm bathed in some sort of chemical that stings but removes any dead skin. next they wash my hair. They brush it out which takes a while because my hair goes down to my ribs and is very thick. After 15 minutes of detangling my hair they go at my nails scrubbing them hard removing any trace of dirt and file them to perfect squares.

Finally they wax every inch of me from my eyebrows to my legs. By the time it's over my skin burns and I feel very cold. My hair is silkier than it's ever been before. They tell me to lay there and wait for my stylist to come in.

I wait for almost 10 minutes not moving a muscle just thinking about things. Many of my thoughts come back to Peeta. I keep trying hard not to feel the way I do about him. I know that in a few day both of us will have to be eniemies. Unless he would want to be an ally? Would he want that? Should I ask him or is that something you decide in the arena. Will I make it through the first day? I have no expireience with fighting. Thinking of the Games make me feel like I'm ganna throw up so I just clear my mind and wait.

Finally in comes a man. He is not green, he is not purple, in fact he isn't any Capital color. His hair is cut short and appears to be his natural color. His skin is a few shades tanner than my own. He wears dark pants and a black shirt. I would think this was a man from 12 if it weren't for the gold eyeliner across the top lids of his eyes.

At first he says nothing just circling around me examining me. I feel tense and uncomfterble not knowing if I should say something. Then he speaks.

"Hello I am Cinna." He extends his hand so I sit up and shake it.

"Nikki." I reply. "I'm so sorry that this has happened to you." he says sincerly. I sit there confused. I thought to the Capital people this was an honor?

"Thank you." I say.

"So tell me about yourself." he asks

"Well I come from one of the wealthier families in 12. I have two sister, my parents. I have a dog an-"

"No." he cuts me off. "I don't want to know about your life I wanna know what makes you speacial."

I try to think of something but I can't I'm not speacial. "Nothing." I admit. "I'm not speacial."

For a moment he just looks at me when finally he says. "No there is something speacial about you I can tell. Sure this is my first year as a stylist here but I've seen other tributes and you're nothing like them."

What does he mean? I am not speacial.

"I can tell from your eyes." he says. "I've never seen eyes like those before." I look down and blush. I'm usually complimented on my eyes. They are my best feature. Everyone always wonders where I got the green from considering everyone in my family has brown eyes.

"Did you know that coal makes diamond?" he asks me. What is he talking about. Coal almost never makes diamonds. There's a one in a million chance it does. I stare at him confused.

"No." I say. "You barley ever find a diamond in coal."

"Exactly!" he eclaims. "You are a diamond in a district of coal." I'm starting to understand what he means.

"Nikki you are speacial, unique, a diamond in the rough."  He gives me a smile.

"I think we should begin on my costume." I tell him returning his smile.

"Let's."

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Ok so I know this is short but what do you think? I didn't want this to be exactly like the hunger games so if I did the whole girl on fire it would be. I'm still not sure about the diamond in the rough let me know what you think :)