❝ Oh darling, she's a survivor. ❞
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Athena Hawthorne is just your average fifteen year old girl from the Seam. Petite and skinny, olive skin and dark eyes. Gale Hawthorne's younger sister. When the seventy fourth games come around, she finds herse...
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❝ Come on, Athena, Katniss and Peeta did it. They'll love it. ❞
— Ashton Thomas
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THE GIRL STARING back at me in the mirror looked nothing liked me. She looked fierce and determined.
I was wearing a fiery orange, red and yellow jumpsuit. The jumpsuit sparkles and glitters when light or sun hits it. There's a sweetheart neckline on the jumpsuit, and it looks amazing on me. Cinna really did know what he was doing. My skinny body is almost my completely hidden, but the jumpsuit shows all my good curves. There's a clear plastic which covers the whole jumpsuit. You wouldn't notice it was there unless you were really looking. My shoes consist of black boots, and Cinna finishes off the look with some body glitter.
I'm wearing heavy makeup. Cinna has turned my eyelids into a smoky eye, with black winged eyeliner surrounding my eyes. I have a gorgeous red lipstick on. I've never worn makeup before this, but he made sure to tell me all the terminology of it.
Cinna took my hair out of the fishtail braids and left it on my shoulders, creating natural waves. The deep brown of my hair worked amazing with the fiery red ombré.
"Thank you, Cinna." I shoot Cinna a quick smile, and he returns it.
"No problem. They're going to love you," Cinna assures me, holding out his hand to me. I grab his hand and I step down from the pedestal.
Nerves hit my body as we began walking to the City Circle, but they are overwhelmed by anger. I know that I'm going to die, and I need to learn to accept that. I just can't. I was never very good at coping.
The Capitol was hoping for another Katniss Everdeen this year, but they took one look at me and counted me out. Haymitch thinks I can use that to my advantage, but you never really know.
We finish walking to the Circle and step beside the district twelve chariot. Haymitch, Effie, Katniss and Peeta are standing there, but there's no sign of Ashton.
I take a look around at the tributes that are among us. The careers are all talking and laughing in a pack, gushing over each others costumes.
I can't help but glance over at them, but I must've stared a little too long. The muscular boy turned his head, and flashes me a smirk. I look down at my boots and when I glance back up, Ashton is standing with the careers, his stylist behind them. I avoid further eye contact and quickly walk to the District twelve chariot.
"Any words of advice," I ask.
"Try to pretend like you like each other," Haymitch snickers and I shoot him a glare.
