Effie's POV
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"Wow look at that beautiful petal pink dress!" I say to my mother. "Oooh that is lovely indeed!" She replies. We keep walking down the long sidewalk path that leads to the building of Panem's finest shoe designer..... Markay.

"I wonder what color the shoes will be for the party?" I say thinking of ever color there is to ever exist.

"Well sweetie, your only 12 years old so, your shoes won't be the red high heels you were hoping for." she replies.

"But....I bet I can walk in high heels! They shouldn't be that hard! Oh please mother! Pleeeeeeaaaaase!" I whine just hoping that i can wear my first pare of high heels ever.

"Now Effie, heels are simply too tall for a young lady like you, maybe in a couple more years." She tells me as we walk up to the huge glass building with a golden sign that reads Markay Desighns.

"What if we ask Markay to make them smaller?" I ask while fluttering my long pink eyelashes.

"Effie that's enough! Your getting white flat shoes for the party and that's final!" Mother screams at me.

I nod my head slowly and look down at the floor quietly whimpering about not getting the shoes I wanted. I know it seems childish but.....I told the most popular, beautiful, and well...RUDE girl, at school named Swann Algirdas, that I would wear bright pink high heels at leased three inches tall.... and know she is gonna laugh at me with white, short, flats. Uhg this is going to be a complete disaster!

"Come along dear, me must get inside!" My mother squeaks transferring me out of my thoughts.

We walk inside Markay's Building and he trots right up to us.

"Loraine, Effie! So nice to see you two again! What brings you here today?" He says in his Capitol accent while giving us a big hug.

"Hello Markay! Well, Effie needs some SMALL flats for a celebration she is going to this weekend!" Mom says pointing out flat...

"Alright, sounds good! What color would you like them?"

And with those few words that came out of his mouth a had an idea. I could secretly cut off the heels of my mothers pink high heels and glue them to the pink flats that will be made. I can't wear my mothers shoes because they are way way way WAY to big for me.

"Pink!" i say at the same time mother says

"White!"

"Please mother! Pretty pretty please! Just pink!" I beg

"Alright..... fine. Pink please Markay." She gives in

Now when I get home all i will have to do is cut off those heels!

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Authors Note:

Ok so I know this is a longish, time-waster chapter, but I have a great backstory for Effie so, if you stay tuned and COMMENT I will get to the good stuff! THANK YOU!

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~1GirlOnFire1