The 67th Hunger Games-COMPLETE-

Cyanna Harlech, a fellow Career from District 4, has been chosen to participate in The Hunger Games. Leaving her Mother and sister, Pearl she is uncertain she will win. Winning means game and fortune. Losing means certain death...


4. 4

I wake up, to find myself laying on the floor. I stand up, stretch and change into a brown shirt and black baggy pants. I walk out of the small room and go into the carriage where Neddie is sat drinking a glass of water.

"Hello, Cyanna! Sleep well?" She asks.

"Yes. When are we arriving at the Capitol?" I ask.

"In a couple of hours," she says as someone walks in the room and places a plate on the table. It's a small serving of pancakes and toast.

Something I've never had.

"Thank you." I smile at them. They walk off without smiling back into the kitchen. I frown.

"That was rude. Didn't say hello!"

"Oh, no, no. That's an Avox. You see, they did crimes and their tongues were cut off so they can't speak." Says Stafftip, walking into the carriage.

"Hi," I say to him and Carter, who also walked into the carriage. I take a small bite of the pancake, and a gorgeous flavour explodes in my mouth. I wolf it down in no time.

"Someone enjoyed breakfast!" Laughs Neddie.

The train starts to slow down, and Carter and I walk to the window to see thousands of people wearing wigs and makeup. We're here. The Capitol. I'm more nervous than ever now. The Games are next week now. As soon as it stops, we are told to head to the Makeup and Hair room. Of course, I do not want to go.

"Can't we just stay on the train?" I object.

"No! Come on sweetheart." Says Stafftip.

"Fine... Sweetheart," I mumble.

I wave at everyone from the Capitol and smile. I do not want to be splashed in makeup. I want my hair to stay the same, how my mother did it in the braid. I am put into a room where there is a table and loads of tools around it. I scowl, when Neddie and Stafftip leave. I sit on the table and three people come in.

One has aqua and black hair, with a tattoo on her lip. One has dark green hair and she has light blue skin. And the other has orange hair, with strange makeup on his eyes.

"Hello! We are your stylists! I'm Barnia" says the one with aqua black hair.

"I'm Mariol!" Exclaims the one with strange make up on his eyes.

"And I'm, Varil." Says the one with light blue skin.

"I'm Cyanna..." I say. These people are nice, but freakish... Maybe how they do my makeup and hair will also be freakish...

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