The Hunger Games: Prim's Reaping

Chapter 17:

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Prim's P.O.V.

There was a small knock on the door and it slowly opened. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to see the woman from the remake center. "Hey sleepy! Get on up. It's time to get you ready for the interviews." I nodded and sat up, quickly getting out of the bed.

She smiled and darted out of my room with me following closely behind as I rubbed my eyes. We went to the elevator and went down to a seperate remake center below the training center. When we got to the center, I was given a robe and sent to change. After changing, I came back and lied down on the table waiting for the torture to begin.

~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~

About 30 minutes later, Octavia, as I learned her name was, finished prepping me. She painted my nails and toes a light pink, re-plucked my eyebrows, and re-waxed my legs. "Ah, don't you look nice! All that's left is make up and to get you dressed!" She pulled me off the table and towards another room where Cierra was standing by a mirror.

"She's ready!" Octavia sing-songed as she pushed me towards a chair and left. "Octavia sure is... energetic." Cierra commented before turning to the arsenal of make up on the table before us. She grabbed a brush and got some foundation in my skin tone, spreading it evenly on my skin. After foundation, she picked up a smaller brush and a medium pink eye shadow, placing it on my eyelids then lining my eyes. Finally, she put some light pink lip gloss on my lips and put the make up she used away.

"Now for the dress." I turned my attention to the black body sized bag that held my dress. Cierra grabbed the bag and unzipped it. "Stand up and close your eyes please." I trusted her and closed my eyes. She pulled the robe off of me and slipped a light weight material over my head. I felt the dress settle over me as Cierra made small adjustments.

"Alright, open your eyes." I opened them and saw a light pink dress that was tight from my waist up and exploded with tons and tons of fabric. Most of the fabric stayed close to my body, but some fabric flowed farther out, making the dress look slightly bigger. From the bottom of the black bag, she pulled out some small black heels. They weren't as bad as the ones Effie had me in earlier and I could definatley walk a lot better in these.

Once I was finished looking at myself, I turned to Cierra and gave her a big hug. "It's almost time for the interviews to start, so let's get downstairs." I nodded and we walked down the hall towards the elevators. When we got there, girls from 2 other districts and their stylists were waiting for the elevator. 

One had black hair and blue eyes and looked around 15. She was wearing an orange dress and had her hair in a half up, half down bun. The other was around my age and had black hair and brown eyes. Her extremely curly hair was simply down and she was wearing a light blue floor length dress. I recognized the first one as the girl who bumped into me during training.

There was a ding as the elevator doors opened. All 6 of us stepped into the elevator and Cierra hit the button for the ground floor. The girl in the blue dress stayed in the corner of the elevator and the girl in orange had her arms folded, tapping her foot impatiently. We traveled up and the elevator dinged again. The girl who bumped me almost ran out, her stylist following her closely. 

Cierra and I stepped out to give the girl room to come out. She pulled me over to the side and we watched as her stylist power walked out and she followed with her head down. We watched them walk away, Cierra giving me directions on what to do. "Remember what you and Haymitch discussed during training this morning. Also, I've learned you should try talking to the audience as if you were talking to..a friend or someone you trust."

She topped and we looked back towards them, and as they walked out of sight, Cierra leaned over and whispered to me, "It's so sad. The 12 year-olds that get reaped almost always die in the blood bath. If they survive, they're picked off so easily. The whole games just aren't fair."

I was shocked by her confession, but I had no time to react as I was being pulled towards an area next to the stage. As we wee being separated, I looked back to Cierra as she gave me one last tip. "If you get nervous, look for me! I'll be in the crowd!" With that, I was lined up behind the district 11 tribute and in front of Peeta.

The crowd was roaring in the stands, stomping their feet and shouting for their favorites. As soon as I thought it couldn't get any louder, a man in a blue suit stepped out from behind some screens and the entire stadium erupted in screams and cheers. I covered my ears, amazed at how loud it gets.

"Welcome! To the 74th annual HUNGER GAMES!" He shouted causing the crowd to explode in screams again.

How am I going to make it through the night?

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