I wipe my eyes and turn to face the stern voices when two strong arms grab onto my shoulders. They pull me from my fetal position and throw me onto the ground, I yelp in pain as I land uncomfortably on my arm. "Let's go. Hurry up." one of the peacekeeper barks, yanking me upwards sharply. I rub my shoulder frowning,
"I'd be quicker if you didn't try to break my arm." I reply, quiet enough so they wouldn't hear. They escort me through the narrow corridors and pick up Jonah on the way. He looks at my soon-to-be bruised shoulder frowning and I shake my head, "It's nothing." I whisper giving him a smile which he returns. I notice the tears that stain his shirt and put my hand on his shoulder comfortingly.
"Who came to see you?" he asks, nervously running his hand through his hair.
"Just some blonde guy that called out to me earlier..." I shrug, he waits for me to say more but I shake my head. "Um, how bout you?" I ask, changing the topic.
"Just my Mum and Jordan," he replies, fiddling with something in his hand. He notices me staring at it and hooks it back around his wrist. "Mum, gave me this watch."
I nod, "Nice." I say, biting my fingernails which has been a habit since I was little. "He, actually got me this necklace..." I say, showing my locket and turning it my fingers. "It's pretty cool, huh?" I say letting it fall onto my chest. Jonah nods agreeing.
"It's beautiful" he replies smiling. I grin and murmur a "Yeah. It is"

We leave the Justice Building without another word, The train awaiting our arrival. The door slides open automatically and I stare at it mesmerised as Jonah, obviously un-phased by the amazing door, boards the carriage. 'I've never seen a door do that.' I think to myself as the Peacekeepers push me on board. Another automatic door slides open and reveals the most decorated room I have ever seen.

My eyes widen as I trace my fingers along the wooden table, stacked with delicacies and desserts that I dreamed of.
"Close your mouth or you'll catch flies" A voice says behind me. I turn around to find a man looking down at me. His black hair and bright green eyes, highlighted by his orange eye shadow and black outfit. He smirks and grabs a roll and a bottle of liquor behind my back before continuing on down the train.
'Capitol people' I think rolling my eyes and seating myself at the table. Another woman sits next to Effie and she smiles at me. 'Cecelia. One of the mentors" I figure, returning her smile.

I contemplate whether or not to use cutlery and I choose the more polite option. I pile the food on my plate and eat, Every. Last. Piece. Savouring the amazing combinations. I glance at Jonah who is eating with his hands and I grin when I see the embarrassed expression on his face.
"Okay" Cecelia begins, glancing between me and Jonah. "Which of you do I get?" I look at Jonah and shrug, grabbing another piece of bread and taking a bite. "I'll have the boy" she finally answers, returning to her food.
I widen my eyes, 'Then.. Who's my mentor...?'
"That means. You have Lucius, Carter" Effie explains, "You've already met him..." she says, placing a piece of broccoli in her mouth.

'Grand.'

I hear a door sliding open behind me and I glance over my shoulder curiously. I meet the green eyes of Lucius and he sends me a wink, making me groan.
"So I get the girl? Grand," He remarks, grabbing another sweet from the table. I roll my eyes,
"My names Carter, not girl," I reply, he chuckles and mutters a 'Whatever sweetheart' and exits the cart. I sigh, excusing myself from the table. I mutter a "Bye" to Jonah, and walk into my own private carriage.

I'm greeted by a black, cotton double bed, along with a bathroom connected to the bedroom. What were they called?
I sit down on the bed and wait, unsure what to do now. I turn and groan as a sharp pain shoots through my shoulder, 'Stupid peacekeepers.'
I slip out of the black dress and lay it on my bed, flattening all the creases. I wander into the bathroom and fiddle with the shower button thingy, "How does this thing work...?" I mutter to myself, turning the dial in frustration. I grunt and continue to try and get the shower to turn on.

The water finally squirts out of the stubborn shower and I undress myself further and step in. The water runs down my body, cleaning any dirt, grime or the remainder of home down the drain. I spend most of the hour I was in there thinking. About The Games. About The Interviews. About The Trainings. About what I'm going to be wearing at the ceremony. Everything.

I turn the shower off with no trouble and wrap a towel around myself, stepping back into my bedroom. I open the wardrobe and skim through the loads of clothes that hang off a pole. I see nothing that interests me so I close the doors and walk over to some drawers. I pull out some shorts and a sweatshirt, as I decide I'm not sleeping, and pull them on. I sigh and jump onto the bed, I let out a small scream when I realise I landed right on my dress. I cover my mouth, picking it up with my freehand and placing it on a hanger. I put it in my wardrobe, muttering apologies to it as if it could reply.

I flop back onto the bed, letting out a sigh as I close my eyes for a second. Eventually the darkness transforms into a range of creatures attacking me, or another tribute slitting my throat, or even worse. A Memory.
Whenever one would end, another would start. It went on and on and on...

When I re-open my eyes, I'm sprawled across the covers drooling. I wipe my mouth and sit up dazed, only to find Effie looking down at me shaking her head.
I look down at my hands, biting my lip as I mutter an "Oops."
She sighs, "Carter... Just." she begins, frustration clear in her voice, "Just get changed." she says after forever, leaving my room in a hurry. The door remains ajar and Lucius peers in. "Better hope Effie puts up with you for a little longer" he says, shaking his head like Effie was. I scoff, placing a hand over my heart.
"Oh please," I reply, standing up and heading to my wardrobe. "She loves me."