IF I LIVED THE HUNGER GAME
CHAPTER 2: "the arrival", part 2
KATIA:
We got in the elevator. It was taking Plex and I to the fifth floor. I stood with Milah and Aero. On the second floor, Aero had to get out. He gave me one last hug before the elevator guard pushed him through the door. I nearly opened my mouth, but Masse grabbed my shoulder and shook his head. Masse was lean and long. His hair was shaggy and chestnut brown, along with his eyes. He removed his hand from my shoulder and stared blankly to the elevator buttons, counting what floor was next.
On the way up, I thought about Aitor and Sanders. I hadn’t seen them since we got off the train. I wonder where they went. Probably to some Gamemaker orientation. Weren’t they the ‘lucky ones’?  How could the capitol do this? Why? There must be some good in them telling them that this is wrong.
 

                The parade was a bore, but our costumes were interesting. I got to meet my prep team, but I didn’t catch their names. They just bathed me down and did what they had to do. We all rode in like a rainbow. Plex and I were dressed in all orange, I in an orange dress, hair  and eyes (temporarily) orange to. The outfits I was most interested with were to come for interviews.
                While in the parade, Plex and I were on our little float waving and smiling to the crowd. But on the inside, we were screaming. We dreaded it all. It’s all fake; the smiles, the emotions, the waves, the interviews…everything. But it’s for our own welfare to just let it go by. During the rebellion, I and most of my friends just defied the Capitol in little ways, to distract them from the big things Milah was more into. But now I knew the consequences: Our own special Hunger Games. That probably was the plan all along. There never was a random classroom pick- it was going to be us all along. Blasted President Snow!
                So Plex and I put on a brave face and waved happily to the world we hated.  Tomorrow Plex and I are meeting our stylists, Dahlia Zalzer and Galbert Sife. Great.