Through the Stylists' Eyes

Disclaimer: The Hunger Games Trilogy and its world belong to Suzanne Collins. I own nothing. I write for fun. Unfortunately, no money is being made. :)

A/N: I'm a huge Hunger Games fan and I love reading fanfics, I've read many of them, more than I can actually remember; but this will be my first attempt in writing one for this book. More importantly, I'd like to thank Hannah for being my Beta!

Summary: The story told from Portia's and Cinna's points of view. Because we don't know what was going on behind the scenes and they are great characters. Besides, I'd really like to know their thoughts about the star-crossed lovers from Twelve.

Happy reading. Read and review please. :)

PORTIA

I was twelve years old when it was decided that I was going to be a stylist for the Hunger Games. You see… as a Capitol girl, one may have the illusion that we can make our own choices, live as we wish… but, one is wrong! When we reach twelve, our life is analyzed by a group of psychiatrists who will tell you what you will do for the rest of your life… it's indeed very simple and practical even… why let us think for ourselves if they can do it for you…

From that moment on, my classes were divided into fashion-themed ones, which I truly loved, and the history of the Hunger Games, which I loathed. I know it may sound strange or at least confusing… how can a rich Capitol girl, a Gamemaker's daughter, loath the Hunger Games? Absurd! Nonetheless, I did. Sometimes, I even hated my father for what he did, but then again, it wasn't his choice, he was chosen to do it, the only comfort I took was that, like me, he couldn't truly love what he did, he never told me, of course, he's not stupid, but I could see deep in his eyes, in his sighs when he had to review the last year's Games…

But, I digress… when they told me of my future profession; I felt this very conflicting feeling. I was glad to be able to do something I truly enjoy, which is design, but I was also disgusted thinking that I'd have to keep on pretending that I didn't really care whether the tribute I was dressing lived or died… that I was happy all the time like most of the brain-washed Capitol population… and I mean it. People here in the Capitol are brain-washed, otherwise, how could they let teenagers get into a vicious arena every year with the sole purpose of killing each other? It's despicable!

But I digress again, back to my story… at school, I never had any close friends-I knew that some of my classmates would call me a spoiled brat behind my back; I didn't mind, 'cause for their limited brains, I probably looked like one… my father being a Gamemaker held a very prestigious place in society, topped only by governmental jobs close to the president. Besides, we were very rich, my mother, (a typical Capitol woman), even dropped her job when she married my father… Also, I never really attempted to get friends; I was very friendly, popular even, but I never demonstrated any real interest in anyone… the truth was that I never found anyone who could hold an intelligent conversation or, worse, who could see our life as it was… a fraud… we were not free and the population was too lazy to want to see it, they didn't want to realize we were all controlled, they got too comfortable not having to think for themselves and this brainless society is the result, one that sees the Hunger Games as really just a form of entertainment, not as the meaningless slaughter that it is… so it's understandable why I didn't connect with my classmates. I was a freak in this group… but I couldn't let people see how much I despised what we've become so I became an excellent actress… no one could tell what was really on my mind and the proof is the job they gave me: a stylist for the Hunger Games.

Many want to be stylists.

Some will be chosen. (I was the only one at my school.)

And very few will be given the honor of having the Hunger Games as their area of expertise (we were only four at college and that was remarkable according to our professors) 'cause we retire doing what was chosen for us so in my year were four 'cause four traditional stylists were going to retire in five years, a true record. Life in the Capitol was simple like this.

And that was my life 'till I reached college at eighteen.

That was my life 'till I met the man who would turn my life upside down.

The man who I knew would only bring trouble to my life.

The man who from the moment I laid my eyes on could only mean one thing in my simple pretend life: CHANGE, 'cause that's what Cinna did.

He changed my whole life.

A/n: Next chapter is going to be Cinna's point of view and then we pretty much move on to their points of view during the Hunger Games.

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