Hunger Games: A Narrative Fiction

Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games. If I did, I'd be Satan.

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The crowds of the colourful Capitol waved back at me through the window. If I want to survive, I guess I'll have to make the Capitol like me but sitting down, refusing to wave like Roland, isn't very likeable.

I step away from the window when we enter the station.

"You know, it's respectful to wave to people who want to see you" I say matter of factly to Roland.

"I'm not being friendly towards people who enjoy seeing children die" Roland replies as we walk out to the station.

I roll my eyes "I would be friendly to people who could possibly save you in the arena"

Since he's walking in front of me, he turns his head and glares at me "You can survive without

"I'm Aldar, your stylist" he says with a toothy smile

"Alexis" I say with a small smile.

"You know, you don't look that angry now compared to when you were on cameras" he says with a teasing tone.

I sigh and unconsciously smooth my hair back out of my face.

"I got over it" I say simply looking up to him

"It?"

"I got over that I was picked out of a thousand children" I answer. Somehow already not minding him and his questions. He just talks to much like I'm his old friend. He talks like Mollie, I guess.

"That's an interesting thing to get angry about" he chuckles

I grin "I'm a odd person"

He nods with a smile "Yes, and now I'm going to dress you into a odd costume"

"Oh no" I say instantly, semi sarcastic, semi dreading.

I think of the cow outfits and the usual overly exposed cowboy outfits. The stylists usually dressed the district 10 tributes into for their tribute parade.

"Oh no, indeed" he says, his eyes sparkling in mischief.

I look at him in

"It'll heal by tomorrow" Aurora explained "and you'll get used to all the smiling, don't worry"

I nod "if you say so" then get up from the table

"I'm going to bed" I stated, moving away from the table.

Roland gets up from the table "Hey! Wait up!" he called, jogging over to me "I'm going to bed too"

I raise my eyebrows wondering why he was coming with me but I shrug

"alright"

"Good night, and remember your training starts tomorrow" Aurora reminded from the table.

I wave to her, acknowledging that I know and I walk into the hall way which has mine and Roland's room.

"Do you think either of us are going to win?" Roland suddenly asks in our silence.

I stop and look at him.

He looked worried and scared, like the way he did before we went out into the view of the Capitol.

He's two years older than me, but he seems younger than me in this moment.

I softly smile at him "only if you believe" I whisper to him before retiring to my room.

I said the same words, Tyler and Mollie used to convince me that I can win. Well at that moment it was mainly Tyler, but Mollie finished it off.

I smile when I think of them.

I hope I will see them again.

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