Sharp Objects

chapter six

Ok, so I guess maybe being in a alliances wouldn't be so bad. He is good with a sword, and spears too. But what if he won't accept me into the alliance? Oh god,no time for that now,here I go.

"You okay?" I ask,approaching him slowly.

"What?" He jumps, startled by my presure, then turns back to face me. "Oh,yeah,I'm fine. You?" The indifference in his words is undeniable. And somehow, I feel the absolute need to make it up to him, to apologise, again, for whatever I said last night help with the hole alliance thing.

"Yeah..." I reply, joining him at the window, then I proceed in almost a whisper " look, I'm sorry,for what I said last night, I didn't mean it, and actually,I think I can trust you." Ok, that wasn't meant to happen. I trust him? God,I don't even trust myself! What have I done ?

"Really? Because, if you really mean that, then I'd be more then happy to become an ally of yours in the arena. I know what you can do with those knives, you must be the best in the whole district by far. Okay sorry if that sounded awkward,but, if you're in need of an ally, you don't have to look far."

Okay,so that was done for me. Focus clove, accept the offer, and become friends with cato Hadley. Right, I can do this,can't I
?

He turns to leave, but I grab hold of his arm and pull him to face me "yes" I say " I accept your offer cato,allies it is. And yeah,I did mean that....." what the hell am I doing? More trust! I don't trust anyone!

I walk away, leaving him there by the window, when suddenly, a strong hand pulls me back.

"Clove,you better see this." It's catos voice, no doubt about it I turn around, and there,out of the window, it's the Capitol
With it's shining buildings and colourful roads and elaborately tattooed and grotesquely altered people. The place I have only ever seen on television. The small screen in the home cannot  even begin to capture the true  wonder of his beautiful city. It is truly magnificent.

But I remind myself of why I'm here. It is not to enjoy the brilliant structure and lavish food and beautiful structure and lavish food and beautiful costumes. I am here because I have been sentence to death at the hands of a game. The worst game you could ever play.

The trains pulls up to the station packed with brightly decorated Capitol citizens, after we have passed through the mountains that serves as the only entrance to the city. Cato and I wave from the window, plastering fake smiles over out faces, although  I cannot be sure whether his is real or not. I probably never know.

We are lead, from the train,towards a group  of people of similarly decorated people at the ones on the platform, but these are clustered into twelve groups,with around six people to each.

Cato, clove,meet cordelia and Cecilia" says tallulah, beaming brightly at the two women " they are your stylists and they will create your outfits for the opening ceremony,which will happen tonight,and your interview, which take place the day before the games start. Now, off you go with your prep teams,they will sort you out for tonight."

Cato and I are lead away by the cluster of others that stood behind Cecilia and cordelia. They walk behind me,steering me through endless corridors, babbling in their in their silly Capitol accents, tottering around in there heels. Then we reach a large room with a single bed in the centre. They prompt me to lay down on it,and follow there instructions.

For the next hour, I am showered about 4 times, my nails are tidied up from their usual bitten down stumps, and my hair is tended to,until it becomes like a sheet of silk running down my back. My prep team are constantly admiring their work,questioning each other and arguing over silly little things. I have to stop myself from laughing at their arguments: the Capitol accent sounds so stupid when they shout in it.