Threading Lies (A Hunger Games fanfiction)

Chapter Three

Yay! I'm really liking how this is coming together. I like Mariah and I like her situation. The way she takes care of her family. Anywho, I have been trying to write longer chapters on all of my stories, so be expecting a long one. Also, notice that I rated this general. It is only "General" if you have read The Hunger Games before. I will be adding a caution warning at the beginning of each chapter if it has any graphic violence. You know, because it's the Hunger Games.

This chapter does not include any graphic violence.

Also, sorry about the VERY late chapter. I just decided on when I'm going to updating this story and it will be out on Sundays.

No sooner is Twine's hand ripped from mine am I ushered once again out to the train station. I've never gone on a train before. All I do is make the Capitol's hideous clothing and fold the laundry. And, of course, go to school. Since Mom died, I've had to work as a tailor for Mrs. Vestington. She's a stuck up, rich, townsperson that dispises everyone in a lower class than her. Including me. Dad, no matter how hard he tries, can't sew. Which is strange for a person from District 8. So before, my mom worked. She died, and I worked.

The number of reporters surrounding and asking Bobbin questions overwhelms me. I was so out of it at the reaping that I didn't even see what happened. He's wrapped his hands in thin cloth that I know will not stay on for long. Probably his mother did it. He's obvously angry. He probably volunteered out of anger. Or fear. Bobbin's a fighter. He could win.

A few reporters ask us to stand in the doorway of the train for pictures, but Bobbin heads straight inside the train. Marooned outside of the train, I force a smile. But people don't seem quite so interested in a lone tribute. So I just hold my smile and turn to enter the car. The escort, whose name I learn is Azure, smiles at me as I enter the car.

"Hello, dearie. Your room is in the next ccar, first door on the left. If you'd like, you could go change into something more... suitable." She motions with her hand to my simple dress and shoes. I only nod. I'll never understnad what the Capitol citizens like about their insanely bright, colorful, and crazy fashions. Bobbin must have already gone into his room.

I throw myself on the bed, immediately sinking into the plush, soft mattress. It's so fluffy and soft that I have to force myself to get up. There is a tall wardrobe full of clothes from dresses to skirts and sandals to stelleto heels. I pull out a simple yellow blouse and blue jeans. I keep my shoes and my braid. I hope this is "suitable" enough for Azure.

I just turn and walk out. I don't really want to spend much time in here. District 8 is closest to the Capitol. We'll probably arrive there before dinner.

"Mariah! I told you to wear something suitable. You've just changed into plain clothes. Put something nice on for goodness sake!" Azure shouts at me as soon as I reach the dining car, sending me straight back to my room.

This time I don't bother with what I like. I think about what the Capitol likes. I pull on a blue and white striped skirt--yes, a skirt--and put on a matching white blouse and blue sweater. I wear heels, no more than an inch, but nonetheless, heels. They're white too, except for the actual heel part. That's blue. And just for the heck of it all, I use some sort of fake hair dye that washes out in the shower. I now have a blue streak in my hair. I finish my stylish (hopefully) outfit with a blue and white necklace and several bangle bracelets. I feel way too fancy.

When I walk back to the dining car, Bobbin, Azure, and two other strangers sit waiting.

Azure smiles. "Much better!" Bobbin, I notice, just looks down at the bloody rags he's managed to keep on his hands.

"So. You're our girl this year, huh?" The man sitting beside Bobbin questions.

"I am." I say shortly.

"I'll be your mentor." The woman says. "Come and sit."

I obey, sitting in between her and Azure.

"What's your name?" She asks.

"I'm Mariah. You?" I reply

"Cottie. Nice to meet you." She says. I wonder if it really is nice to meet me.

"Nice to meet you too." I say awkwardly.

Things are awkwardly silent for the rest of the ride. Azure tries to make conversation, but it fails. Bobbin is staring at me and I am staring at him. His eyes are brown, brown, brown. His hair is brown, brown, brown. Finally we reach the Capitol.
Finally finally finally I can take my eyes away from his. It's like some force was keeping us together.

OKAY! YAY! So there are so many secrets behind this story that are yet to be revealed. Next update will be out next Sunday. Hopefully. Sometimes, I finish the story for that week and I post it early because I'm an impatient person so I know what it's like to be bored and waiting for it to come out.