Голодные игры
Chapter 9
Thensilence.
"CanIopenmyeyes?"Iask.
"Yes,"saysCinna."Openthem."
Thecreaturestandingbeforemeinthefull-lengthmirrorhascomefromanotherworld.Whereskinshimmersandeyesflashandapparentlytheymaketheirclothesfromjewels.Becausemydress,oh,mydressisentirelycoveredinreflectivepreciousgems,redandyellowandwhitewithbitsofbluethataccentthetipsoftheflamedesign.TheslightestmovementgivestheimpressionIamengulfedintonguesoffire.
Iamnotpretty.Iamnotbeautiful.Iamasradiantasthesun.
Forawhile,wealljuststareatme."Oh,Cinna,"Ifinallywhisper."Thankyou."
"Twirlforme,"hesays.Iholdoutmyarmsandspininacircle.Theprepteamscreamsinadmiration.
Cinnadismissestheteamandhasmemovearoundinthedressandshoes,whichareinfinitelymoremanageablethanEffie’s.ThedresshangsinsuchawaythatIdon’thavetolifttheskirtwhenIwalk,leavingmewithonelessthingtoworryabout.
"So,allreadyfortheinterviewthen?"asksCinna.Icanseebyhisexpressionthathe’sbeentalkingtoHaymitch.ThatheknowshowdreadfulIam.
"I’mawful.Haymitchcalledmeadeadslug.Nomatterwhatwetried,Icouldn’tdoit.Ijustcan’tbeoneofthosepeoplehewantsmetobe,"Isay.
Cinnathinksaboutthisamoment."Whydon’tyoujustbeyourself?"
"Myself?That’snogood,either.HaymitchsaysI’msullenandhostile,"Isay.
"Well,youare.aroundHaymitch,"saysCinnawithagrin."Idon’tfindyouso.Theprepteamadoresyou.YouevenwonovertheGamemakers.
