Today was the day. The start of her victory tour. Shutting her eyes, 16-nearly-17- year old Enobaria pulled the covers up and over her head, shutting her eyes tight. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go- well, that was exactly it. Not only was she just adjusting to her new life as a victor, regaining some sense of privacy ( by basically never leaving her house, only to train ), but her teeth had just been filed and she didn’t want to deal with her prep team freaking out over it. Being the Capitolites that they were, they’d surely obsess over it for awhile, and so far today she just wasn’t in the mood to deal with them.
And yet, after another moment, she climbed out of bed and moved to find something to pull on. Jeans and sweater, her comfiest go to that she knew she wouldn’t have the luxury of wearing once her closet became the one on the train that was supplied by her stylist. They were already downstairs from the sounds she heard leaving her room, and she rubbed her eyes as she followed what was hitting her ears.
“How did you people get in my house, hm?
I don’t think I gave you my permission.”
The words were snapped as a greeting, her voice still sounding so young, like a child’s, and she moved right around them to go straight to the fridge to look for something to drink. Even before all the money she got for winning, her family had more than enough money- she had no idea what it was like to be hungry.