Chapter 2: The Train Ride
After we said goodbye to our family and friends we were escorted into a large black car that took us to the train station. This was my first time on a train because traveling through the districts is forbidden. As soon as I stepped onto the train I was amazed by the beauty of everything. From the exquisite drapery (I think that's what it is called) to even the chairs. They were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I knew it was going to be a while before we got to the capitol so I went to my room. The room was as amazing as everything else. It had this huge wall that I could change the location of it on. They even had live images from MY OWN house! I sat there for a while and just watched my brothers and my mother mourn me before I am even dead, but I know myself that I will die anyway. After a while of that I just sat in my bed and cried because I just remembered that Frankie was going with me into the arena. I have loved Frankie all my life and I don't know how I am suppose to kill him. Maybe I will not have to kill him. Hopefully he dies a painless death.
I was then called to dinner with Frankie, the mentors, and Cherry. Frankie looks amazing in just a simple grey sweater and jeans. I have never seen him like this though. He looks so ruthless, like he is already in the Games. Am I already losing the one I love.
After dinner we walk into the screening room to watch the reaping in the other 11 districts. Districts 1, 2, and 4 have volunteers as always considering they are the careers. As the reaping goes on I hear Frankie makings cruel remarks like "OOO, that girl from 11 looks like an easy kill," and "That boy from 2 may be my only real competition." I realize then and there that I am really losing my love, I have already lost him to the Games and there is not turning back now. Then District 12 reaping comes up and the girls name is picked and she is quickly replaced by her older sister. To this Frankie says "Crap. I could have easily taken the little girl out but her sister on the other hand looks like a fighter. She may be my real competition."
As we pull into the Capitol the streets are lined with thousands of people cheering for us. I walk up to the window to look at it and wave at the people. Maybe some of them are rich and would want to sponsor me. Frankie stood back like he was planning some kind of rebellion or something against these people.
