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Chaff and I make our way to the train. We head to the dining area to wait for the tributes. "You've got a good shot this year," Chaff says to me. "Yeah," I say, "She's got a good chance of making it home." The tributes walk in then, Quinton's face was tearstained, but Daisy looked okay. I stand up. "Hi. I can show you your room, then it'll be about time for dinner." Daisy follows me.

After we go to the next train car, Daisy stops me. "Magnolia Chase," she says, "I'm honored. I know it's a horrible thing to go into the Hunger Games, but you're so gorgeous! I have a picture of you in my room." "Wow. Thanks! But you can call me Maggie," I say. Daisy beams, "I never wanted to come here obviously, but since I had to, I'm so glad you're my mentor!" I lead her to her room and show her how to work the shower. "It's pretty confusing," I finish, "But the Avoxes probably have a paper with all the button meanings on it."

"Maggie, I know we had kind of a weird start, but it's just so horrible and I wanted something nice to hold onto," Daisy apologizes. "Don't worry about it," I say, "I'm pretty easy going." Daisy hugs me. "Thanks."

As I walk away from her room, I swear to myself. Mentors aren't supposed to be attached to tributes! If she dies, I won't be able to force myself to mentor again. Then, kids might die when I can help them! At least I know she won't have to worry about Quinton. No offense to him, but only one tribute can survive.

I find Chaff in the bar car. "Met your tribute?" I ask. "Yeah," he says, "No chance. Absolutely none. He's gotten every sickness there is and he's allergic to everything." "You've got to try at least," I say. Chaff looks down. "You got me out," I continue. "Well you were a different issue!" Chaff yells, "At least you were ready to try!"

I nod. "I'm going to go find Silvie." Silvie is waiting in the dining car. She jumps up when she sees me. "Finally! No one was here, I was starting to be worried." I laugh. "Don't worry, we're just showing them around." Silvie rushes off to bring the tributes. I laugh to myself again. Silvie has a really anxious, jittery personality. I remember my Hunger Games when my district partner refused to do anything. He died in the bloodbath. We were supposed to be allies.

I shake it off. No thinking about my Games. I have to help Daisy out of hers. Daisy and Quinton are bustled in by Silvie. I start roaring with laughter when I see the look of Silvie's face when Quinton yanks her hand off his shirt. "I can walk," he says angrily. Well there you go, Chaff, I think, At least he's got some spunk. We sit down to eat the glorious capital food. It's the only thing I gained from the Hunger Games.

Chaff starts to talk about strategy, but I cut him off. "Not yet. Let's talk about something pleasant. What's your favorite thing at home, Daisy?" "My kitchen," she says, "I love baking things then giving them to my baby brother. His second birthday is next week." I smile. We all begin talking more, but my heart aches for Daisy. She wouldn't be home for her brother's second birthday, but I'll take it on myself to make sure she sees him again.

After we eat dinner, we crowd into the sitting room to watch the replay of the Reaping. The careers are all volunteers, huge and muscular, even the girls, but they have that beauty that gets them sponsors. None of the outer districts seem to be huge threats, but many aren't easy to pick off. We head off to bed and I remember the horror of my Games.

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-TheUglyDuckling492