Joesph watched silently as fir trees whizzed past, and frowned. It was too nice of a day to be sent to death. He shifted uncomfortably, disturbed by his thoughts, and took the time to look around the room for a first time. Although it was a train car, the entire room was exceedingly lavish. Plush crimson colored seats, flowing cherry red drapes, six glass tables embroidered with gold, and each table included a set of crystal glasses and silver wear. He sat intently for a while, staring at the room, then went into his room and slammed the door.
He got into casual wear, a pair of dark gray jeans and a simple blue shirt. He scowled in anger, knowing he'd be dressed in a ridiculous fishing outfit that District Four wore every year soon. He flopped onto the velvet gray bed, and suddenly was enraged. He didn't have to volunteer! There was thousands of tickets, and it could of been anyone! Joesph gripped a perfectly square red throw pillow and tore it in half, sending tiny white feathers flying every where, coating the bed and floor. He shook the feathers from his body, and stomped back out to the dining room. It's not like he was doing much in his room, any way. He slumped down onto the couch, and muttered to himself, "survival of the Games tip one: Don't tear throw pillows in half."
sat down on the metal bench in the Justice Building. I looked at the large wooden door across the room from me. I felt a tear begin to gather in the corner of my eye. I snapped my head up.
"No! Think game plan." I whispered to myself. "Know your competition. Jerad; dead in the blood bath, along with five other boys, at least. All but Jasmine are going to die in the first two days. That one boy... Joseph. He can win. He's got the skills." I said, going through the people and weapons they had skill with. The 19 other people only kept my thoughts occupied for about thirty seconds. I waited, looking at the brown door. I waited. And waited. I heard a low voice from the other side of the door.
"Darek? Darek, is that you?" I said and jumped up to the door. I pressed my ear onto it, listening.
"Yeah, I know. These 4's don't have a chance this year." It was one of the two peace keepers outside of my door. I fell back to my couch.
"Why? Why?" I almost screamed. "No!" I said just as harshly to myself. I wasn't going to let this get to me. I had to win! I was going to win!
I set my cloths down on a chair I had pulled up to the contraption I had been refereed to. I brushed away the clear plastic curtains and walked into the white room. I reached over to a large faucet and examined it. I slowly turned it. A burning hot liquid rained down on me. I let out a loud scream and leaped out of the white room. I slipped on the marble floor and landed smack on my bottom. I heard a quiet foot step behind me adn jumped up. My eyes met a young boy's for a moment and a shriek came from my lips. I scrambled over to a towel and clumsily wrapped it around my naked body. The boy lowered his head almost to the floor, then walked over to me. He held the curtain of the white room back and I understood. I let the towel drop and I stepped into the white room. The boy reached over and turned the faucet slightly and a Luke-warm liquid poured onto me. I watched him push a button and a foamy liquid sprayed me. Then I understood.
"T- thank you..." I managed just before the boy closed the curtain and rushed out of the room.
I crept quietly around in the long train. I sat down in front of a door. I waited for a moment before a older looking woman with a cart walked up to me. I looked at the cart and immediately plucked a cupcake off of it. After trying a small bite, I took about six more of different colors off of the cart, then waved the woman on. She passed quickly.
After I finished the cupcakes, I stood up. I walked over to the door and opened it. I walked silently into the dining room and spotted a boy.
"Great. You." I muttered under my breath and slipped down into a chair next to Joseph Wolfe.
