The train is pretty impressive. I have heard that it goes at around 250mph. There is a room for each of us on the train and it's nearly as big as the family bedroom that we share at home in District 11. The bed could fit about three people in it. And it's all for me. I am overwhelmed with emotions. I lie on the bed trying to decide what emotion I should be feeling right now. Should I be sad that I have to leave my family and train to kill? Should I be impressed at all the luxuries on the train? Should I be excited to get to the capitol and see for myself the Capitol that so many people have been telling me about?
I lie there, on the large soft bed for about half an hour, just dreaming about the capitol and all its riches. Suddenly there a knock on the door. I get up of the bed; my legs are stiff from the way I have been positioned. I walk over to the door and open it to find Jamie stood there with a big smile on his shiny, plastic, capitol face.
"Dinner is in ten minutes…..join us when you're ready" I don't know whether he expects me to say something, I don't, instead I shut the door and flop back down on the bed. I decided that I will have to change my clothes before I go to dinner. My cloths that I am in, a blue skirt and white blouse are deemed pretty in District 11 but here they are tatty. I open the wardrobe to find enough clothes to last a year. I touch some of the clothes and they are so soft it's unbelievable. I want to just stand there and hug them. But I am pretty hungry. I grab a pair of blue trousers and a top that matches. I don't like these clothes. I wish I had the clothes I wore in district 11. They may have been old but they were mine and I liked them. These clothes felt to new and to posh. I felt like if I touched them they would break.
I open my door and walk down the train till I find the dinning cart. I am the first one there so I sit down on one of the plush seats and wait for the others to arrive. Chaff arrives next wearing some black trousers a shirts and a rather colourful bow tie. Thresh comes in about 5 minutes later. He hasn't changed clothes. He looks almost board. He doesn't wait for anyone, he just grabs a bread roll from the side and sits down next to me and starts on his soup. I join him dunking bread into the creamy liquid that tastes of potatoes. Jamie finely arrives twenty minutes later with the excuse that he needed to make himself look 'presentable'. To me (and probably to Thresh as well) he looks like a clown with his hair and his makeup.
After we had all finished eating we went into another cart where we watched the reaping's in the other 11 districts. As per usual the tributes in district 1 and 2 were fighting to take the place as tribute. To them it is an honour to be tribute. Districts 3 – 10 were pretty mediocre. No fighting to be tribute no refusal to take part. We watched our own reaping and then district 12's. We all stare at the screen as a girl's name was called by their escort Effie Trinket "Primrose Everdeen"
Suddenly there was a scream of the girls name and then the words
"I volunteer….I volunteer as tribute" the girl who called this was called Katniss Everdeen. She was of medium height and had dark hair. She walked slowly to the stage, her little sister Primrose screaming as a boy carried her away. That's when there victor Haymitch fell off the stage and there were fits of laughter emanating from the crowed. We missed the boy from district 12 because we were all either laughing at the man that fell of the stage or in shock at the girl's bravery. The anthem was playing when Jamie said
"You better get to sleep we will get to the capitol in the early hours of the morning"
I got up and left Chaff, Thresh and Jamie in the cart and walked slowly to my room where I shut the door and crawled in to bed where I lay for hours thinking about my family. Finally I fell asleep to the sound of the train as it zoomed past the country.