We are transtported quickly from the train station to the renewal center.
And there I meet my assistants, Molly, Shelly and Vicram.
They begin to wax me until I don't have a single hair left, on my whole body. The only way for me to not react to the pain is to disconnect the reality and think about completely different things.
Before I know it, I'm lying in a room and my stylist Keela comes into the room.
He is a white man who wears way too much brown cream, but other then that, he's the most normal thing I've seen in the short time I have been in the Capitol.
"Hey Clove", Keela says.
"Hello", I reply.
"Looking forward to the opening ceremony?" he asks.
"Uh well, yes", I say.
"I know it came as a shock, it's usually the eighteen year olds, it have always been hardest to choose between all the girls who volunteer", Keela says. "So I will, with your help make sure that no one sees you as a child".
Keela is right. If anyone under eighteen from District 2 is in the Hunger Games, they are always seen as the 12-year-olds from the other Districts.
It can't happen to me. Not when I've struggled so much to fit into the group with those who are two years older than me. I have always been seen as a child, it can't happen, not here, I'm not going to allow it.
Keela will give me outfits that will help me but basically it's I who must make sure that no one sees me as a child.
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She is the reason I still want to breath: A Cato and Clove lovestoryRandom
This is a fanfiction of The Hunger Games. But it's about Clato, therefore Clove and Cato and not Katniss and Peeta. Clove is a girl from district 2, she have been in love with Cato a very long time and she did not know about his feelings for her. An...