The first thing I register is the screams.
The Capitol citizens are screaming, reaching toward us. They're yelling things too, but I can't understand them over the roar of the crowd.
Adam loves it. I can tell. He's waving to everyone, smiling and being charming. I try to copy him, but I can tell I'm failing. So I just give them all a little smile and a little wave. I'm acting shy, the exact opposite of my personality.
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"This is my chariot outfit?" I ask my stylist, Brandon.
"Yes. Do you like it?" He asks.
"I don't know..."
"Try spinning." He says, "I want to show you what it does."
I spin, looking at myself in the mirror. The fabric gets a glare like a piece of metal being put under a light. "That's awesome!" I tell him, spinning to see it glare some more.
"And it doesn't just do that when you spin. It does that most of the time when you move. Try it." He tells me.
I start walking around the room, and sure enough, Brandon was right. "How did you do this?" I ask Brandon.
"A stylist never reveals his secrets." He replies, winking. He pushes his blond hair out of his eyes, and grabs my arm. "Come on, we've got to go meet Adam at your chariot." He tells me. He starts pulling me along, but I hesitate.
"Wait! Give me a minute. I want to see it glare some more." I tell him.
"Okay. But only a few minutes, or you'll be late." He says as he walks out of the room.
I twist and turn in the mirror, admiring my outfit. It's so nice. I love it, I really do.
A couple of minutes later, I hear Brandon yelling, "C! Come on, or you're going to be late!"
"Coming!" I yell back, pulling up my skirt so I can run. I'm trying not to run too fast either, because Brandon put me in silver heels.
I make it to the chariot, and climb in. I stand next to Adam and glance at his outfit. He's wearing a silver suit, the same color as my dress. He moves to face me, and I see that his suit glares too. "Ready?" he asks me.
"Yes." I tell him, as our chariot starts to go forward.
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No Regrets (a Hunger Games Fan Fiction)
FanfictionWhen Cynthia Jones volunteers in the place of her best friend for the 67th Annual Hunger Games, she doesn't have any regrets. But when she enters the arena, that all changes. She's forced to do things she may regret for the rest of her days.
