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...


5. 5


I grit my teeth as Barnia rips off more of my leg hair. I grip the edges of the table as hard as I can as she rips off more.

"Sorry!" She pipes in her silly Capitol accent, "You're just so... Hairy!" Why do the people from the Capitol have such high pitched voices? There sentences always end like a question!

"Last one!" She exclaims and it is the most painful one yet. When the other members of my prep-team come over I cover up my breasts quickly, since my body is just flesh right now.

"Lovely! You are now hairless," says Mariol happily.

"Anything else...?" I ask, as Varil plays with my braid my mother did.

"Hmm. Nope. Let's get you to your stylist, Kiar."

I get up off the table, and put the white robe around my body. I will look ridiculous for the opening ceremony, surely. In a new room the doors shut behind me and I stand up looking at myself in the mirror. I jump as a hand touches my back.

"Oh did I scare you? Sorry... I'm Kiar," I look at him in amazement. He has dark skin, brown hair and eyes, with only a smudge of silver eyeliner on.

"I've heard of you," I say.

"Oh. Yes. I was a stylist last year!"

I nod and fiddle with my pin on the white robe I'm wearing.

"Take it off." He says and I do, and he looks at my body. This time, I don't cover my breasts because... He's normal.

"Oh, follow me. I know what to put you in,"

I walk into a huge room with loads of clothes. Kiar picks up gold dress that goes down to my knees and a little crown that fits on my head.

"Watch," he whispers. He connects a black cape to my back pulls on it. The black begins to melt away and a molten gold replaces it. The gold looks like it's waving about in the wind, like a flag and I smile. Then the black comes back.

"How did you..."

"Make up now." He says ignoring my comment. He puts red lipstick on me and a very dark coloured eyeliner. Not sure what though. Then, he tightens my braid and smiles, as if to thank himself.

"It's gorgeous!" I squeal.

"The girl of gold. Oh! Your pin!" He clicks his fingers picking it up. Kiar pins it to my dress and I remember exactly what Barnie Knale said.

To remember our district....

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