June 22, 4127 9:27pm (CST)
District Eleven Train, Capitol, Panem

~POV: Chazzilin Metriock, 21 (District Eleven Escort)~

Tonight, I'm leaving the Capitol and going to District Eleven for the first time. Tomorrow is reapings for the 273rd Hunger Games and I'm extremely nervous about this job for obvious reasons.

It is nighttime when I say goodbye to my friends, who are all wishing me good luck.

"This isn't like you to worry too much." Jewels Parkins, one of my friends, assures me. "You'll do a great job as an escort, Chaz."

Even though my name is Chazzilin, most people call me "Chaz" most of the time.

"I know, I just don't want to mess up." I say.

"Yeah, I don't want you to end up like Willa Kahn." Jewels responds.

"Please don't remind me of her." I shudder.

Willa Kahn was a young, peppy escort just like me. She became an escort for District Five on The 196th Annual Hunger Games. She was also friendly, who became fast friends and had a close bond with both tributes. As more District Five tributes die, she became more heartbroken and more depressed as time went on. During the 209th Hunger Games when she saw both die an undeserved death, she couldn't take it anymore. Willa tried to kill off the victor, but she was tackled by peacekeepers before she had a chance to and was taken into custody. Nobody knows what happened to her, but we never saw her again. I don't want to end up like her.

Prior to my job as an escort, I wanted to be a singer. I had the perfect combo for the Capitol singer: the voice and the looks. But, since The Capitol have been sexualizing singers and other jobs that have to do with attractive young women, I don't want to become a singer anymore.

I don't want to send innocent teenagers to their death, but I have no other choice. To make things worse, I have to choose which teenager dies in The Hunger Games. I just hope that one of the tributes from District Eleven becomes this year's victor. I don't want to be one of the people responsible for their undeserved fate.

"What's wrong, Chaz? Are you nervous or something?" Ketzelle Donnors, my mentor, asks me.

Ketzelle Donners was the escort for District Eleven since the 239th Hunger Games and last year was her last year as an escort. Even though she's old, she's very boisterous and nice. Ever since I've applied for the job, she's been very helpful with giving me advice.

"Yes, I'm still nervous about this. I don't think I'll go on this train ride by myself." I say with uncertainty as I twirl one of my pink bubblegum curls with my left index finger. "Is it okay if you come onto the train with me for support?"

"Why, certainly! I can't leave my protege behind." Ketzelle answers. "Plus, I don't have anything else planned for the night."

Ketzelle comes onto the train with me. A few minutes later, the train starts to move. As the train picks up speed, I look out my window and see The Capitol and my friends disappearing. I wave them goodbye as the train moves at two hundred miles per hour.

During most of the train ride, Ketzelle has been giving me pointers on how to be a good escort. She also told me of her fond memories of being an escort, especially her first year when the boy from District Eleven won the Games. She's with me for the train ride. After that, I'm on my own.

"The train will be arriving at District Eleven in a half-hour, I suggest you get ready." Ketzelle suggests.

"Okay." I say as I go and get ready.

After I've showered and gotten dressed, I decide to watch TV for the remainder of the ride.

"Miss Metriock, District Eleven." The voice from the intercom jolts me from my viewing.

"Good luck!" Ketzelle whispers to me, giving me a thumbs up.

"Thanks." I whisper back as I get ready to get off.

As I step off of the train, I see the train station. It's less polished and more rustic than the Capitol's train station. There was a small welcoming party, consisting of this District's officials. A plump middle-aged man with a short beard and dark brown hair comes up to me.

"Welcome to District Eleven also known as the Agriculture District." He greets me. "I'm Gerald Nannons, the mayor of District Eleven!"

"Nice to meet you!" I say as I shake his hand.

"So, you're the new escort?" He asks me. "Chazzilin Metriock, right?"

"Yes." I answer. "Yes, I am."

"Well, good." The mayor replies, as he escorts me away. "Allow me to show you to your sleeping quarters."

I sigh a deep breath. I can do this. I hope.

That's one of our escorts, Chaz. If you like her, you'll see more of her soon enough.

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