"Primrose, Peeta! Get up. We have a big big big day ahead of us." Effie sqqeals down the hall. I groan loudly and roll out of bed. I'm about to walk out when a red headed girl walks in. "Oh there's nothing in here to clean." I say softly with a smile.
The red headed girl gestures toward the messy bed. "Oh okay. Thankyou." I say gratefully, The girl just nods and walks over to the bed. I get a weird feeling that something is odd about her but i just ignore it and walk out.
Everyone is at the table, Effie is cutting her eggs into little squares, Haymitch is just pouring some wine in a glass and Peeta is stuffing his face with bread, stew and lamb chops. I sit down next to Peeta and grab a bread roll.
"Come on precious, atleast enjoy one meal." Haymitch says, sipping his wine. I look at him and then at all the wonderful food. I smile and nod.
I put some stew into a bowl and then some lamb onto my bread roll. I dig in, but i make sure i use table manners because i've seen the disturbing looks Peeta receives from Effie, like now. Peeta is shoving half bread roll in his mouth and Efiie is staring with wide eyes.
I smirk and i see Haymitch has noticed the looks aswell. Peeta lifts his head up with half the roll sticking out and mummbles something that i comprhend as "what?". I laugh a little louder than i think is deserved but i see Effie has started to laugh a little aswell. Peeta looks at all of us laughing at him and tries to eat the bread roll quickly.
That was the first time in the whole trip that we've all found something to laugh about. It was kind of nice.
After we eat Peeta and i are escorted to the Remake Centre. I am placed in a room and Peeta is placed in another room. I sit silently on a chair in the middle of the room while a lady named Pippy gets something ready to wax my legs. I am not looking forward to this.
She tells me stip down of my clothes and put a gown on. I do as i am told and lay on a bed. Pippy lays a strip of waxing stuff on my leg. "It'll only hurt a bit." She says with a smile. I smile back but i know that it'll hurt much more than a bit.
She rips off the wax strip and i scream in pain. She does it many more times on both legs and then rubs some cream on them which soothes them. She does my hair and it hurts, but not nearly as much as the waxing did.
When she's finshed and she's happy with her creation she tells me that she's going to get my stylist, Cinna. A tall dark skinned man, about 6ft with short brown hair walks in. He looks pretty normal for someone living in a place like the capitol.
"Ah, You must be the lovely young Primrose everyone has been talking about." He says, smiling at me.
I smile back and nod. He walks around me in circles, looking me up and down. "You're perfect for what i have planned." He says, looking very mischivious.
"Thankyou?" I say, not really knowing if that was the right thing to say.
"So, we do costumes to represent our district, right?" Cinna asks rhetorically. I nod again, quite nervous.
"But we're coal, you aren't going to make me look filthy and horrible are you?" I ask, but then i realise how selfish i sound. Cinns shakes his head. "Just wait Primrose. You'll love it."
He walk out and brings back in this outfit. It's like a unitard but the patterns around it are amazing. "So coal. Coal is used for?" He asks as if this is trivia.
"Well fire, right?" I answer, hoping it's right so i don't sound dumb. He nods excitedly. "So you're going in as fire." He laughs a little. I laugh at his evil laugh.
I put on the outfit and it looks amazing. It's meant to be a full piece but Cinna has designed it differently. It starts from my shoulders and goes down to my ribs, it keeps going down my back but leaves a hole around my stomach and starts back at my hips. The patterns are orange and yellow famles that flow from either side of my hips and go out to the wings that appear on my back.
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The hunger games
FanfictionPrimrose was selected to enter the horrific ordeal that is The Hunger Games. Her painful experience is played out by how she acts and what decisions she makes. Will she win? Will she kill? Will she crumble?