Snippet #2125370

The carriage rides couldn't have been worse. Literally, if anything had happened, it probably would have been better. She now officially hated her stylist. They had dressed her up like a farmer. Sure, that sort of makes sense, because, well, they were farmers after all. But the costume was awful. They had her wear denim overalls and rubber boots with a funny looking hat. They had her hold a basket of fruit and vegetables! zucchini, squash, tomatoes, fruit! It was horrible. It wasn't even memorable at all. It was humiliating. Absolutely terrible. She wanted to die right then and there. At this rate, she wouldn't have any sponsors. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch.

Lucy sighed and looked out the window of her room. 11th floor. it was a nice view. She could hear the loud parading of the capitol below. She wondered how training would go. She probably wouldn't make any allies. After all, who would want to ally with someone from district 11? She was a worthless piece of crap. Who was she fooling? She wasn't going to win this! In the end, there would be a fight. Sure, she could dodge. They would have a hard time killing her, but she wouldn't be able to kill the other person. She would die.

She turned around to head off to bed, but was again startled by the sudden appearance of her mentor. Drake, she had finally remembered was his name. "You really should be taking a sleeping pill. Do you get any sleep?" Drake asked, sitting in chair. Lucy smiled and walked over to him, settling into another chair opposite of him. "night time is the only time I can think. Because normally I am alone," Lucy responded, with a raise of her eyebrows. "I am sorry about your stylist. The carriage ride couldn't have gone worse," Drake continued, running his finger along the rim of the glass he was drinking from. "I'll say," she responded, remembering the horrible outfit she had one.

"But, do you know what is good about that outfit?" He asked, setting the glass on the table and leaning in. Lucy shrug."I get free tomatoes?" she asked, remembering the food in the basket. Drake chuckled. "No. It means that now you can prove them wrong. When you go out there and win, it will be a shock. They will say, 'isn't she the one that was dressed horribly in the carriage ride? Didn't that lower our expectations? She must really be something then, since she won.' They will be astounded if you win. You will prove them wrong. You will win." He leaned back in his chair and tossed something toward Lucy. Lucy caught it and Drake placed the glass in Lucy's hands. "Now go to bed. Get some rest." Drake said before walking off towards his bedroom.

Lucy examined what had been thrown to her. She grinned and popped it in her mouth. A sleeping pill. She took a sip of the water in the glass, washing it down. Lucy placed the glass on the counter and walked back to bed, sleep already claiming her.