- Oh! I screamed as even more hairs were pulled from my body with a painful jerk.
- Please someone! said Amelia Bones in her capital dialect. Stop moaning!
- Men, Amelia, and Emily Wans. You have to admit that we have heard worse.
And then they laughed a loud hissing laugh. They are my stylists and I hate them. I have to go down in a tub with a strange liquid that first burns and then relieves. Then comes my stylist Julian Brown. He glanced at me and then told me to go.
I had been given a room above the gym and I went there. That night was a sleepless night and when I went to breakfast I looked awful. Derik was already sitting there waiting for me but I ignored his morning greeting.
Do not try with me, I thought bitterly. I do not want to get to know you, because then it will be twice as difficult to kill you.
I went straight after breakfast down to the place where we would get our clothes. Julian Brown was already standing there waiting for me.
- Put on this one, he said and put on a broken coat.
- What is this? I asked both surprised and annoyed.
- You will see, he said and left. One thing was for sure Julian did not want me to win.
When we were going to start riding our triumphal chariots, I noticed that Derik also had a cloak.
But when Derik and I started riding, our coats flew off. For a few seconds I thought I was completely naked. But when I was about to look down, I involuntarily wavered and Derik caught me. I saw myself on a big screen in Derik's arms and we looked like a couple. I jerked out of his grip and stood up. My green dress as I saw it had gone up a bit and I fixed it with an irritated movement. Julian Brown had probably thought that green had suited my eyes best, but I myself thought I looked like an asparagus.
But if I looked ridiculous, it was nothing compared to those from district 12, who had baggy overalls and a helmet with good luck they looked clearly laughable. Though they from district one were absolutely incomparably beautiful with their white horses first in. I also noticed a very muscular boy with silver armor from district 2 who had black curly hair and blue bright eyes. He gave me a look of hurt joy and I looked annoyed back at him and then turned his gaze away.
Next to him stood a beautiful girl with brown golden hair and ice blue eyes, she looked up at him to know why he was not looking ahead and then looked at me as if I was rubbish and looked ahead again.
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I Will Survive (english)
Fanfiction- The first book in the series I Will Win- Taylor Wissbone from District 5 became the contestant in the twenty-fourth Hunger Games when she was only 14 years old. But how will she survive when she can neither use weapons nor have muscles? Martin Moo...
