Chapter 3

That's it I don't have any more visitors obviously. The peacekeepers come and take me all he way to the train station where I will have my last moments in District 12. I see Gale being lead by a group of peacekeeper too but we get into different cars so we won't be able to talk until the train ride.

The station is packed with reporters and camera crew. Lucky I didn't cry or the tears would have defiantly shown on the cameras when they play the replays later on today. I see Gale and know that he hasn't been crying too but he has tears on his shirt probably Rory's or Posy's. He looks kind of bored and I know he is trying to hide his fear and is doing a lot better than I am. He sees me and smiles.

We have to stand for bit in the doorway of the train while the cameras gobble up our images, then we're allowed inside and the doors close behind us.

We are each lead into our rooms which have a private bathroom with hot and cold running water. I just stand there admiring the beauty of the room. Gale enters the room and breaks my stare. "These rooms are well fancy." I tell him but he just ignores that statement and starts talking.

"You've got to win this. I won't see you die." He says. "Even if it means killing me," He adds

"You know I can't do that" I tell him. "You have always bean the stronger you will win this not me."

"If it is you and me at the end I would rather die than kill you."

"What if I'm dyeing a painful death would you kill me to put me out of my misery." He thinks for a while and says

"No, would you."

"No."

"We can't both win this Katniss. There will only be one victor."

"Then that would be you." I tell him.

"This isn't going to get us anywhere. Let's just talk about now." He says. "Our families our going to starve. Who are going to feed them while we are gone? I told Rory to try trading in the hob what about you?"

The baker's son, Peeta has promised to feed mine and your family. He told me to tell Prim to go to the bakery everyday at five and he will give some bread and food to keep our families alive." I tell him.

"Why?" Is all he says.

"I asked him why he is doing this for Prim but he only said that he isn't doing this for Prim and left."

"At least our families won't starve."

Just then Effie comes to collect us for supper. We follow her into a dining room with polished panelled walls. The food is great. I am stuffing myself because I never had food like this before, so well and so much. I see Gale across the table and I see him doing the same and I know he is thinking that the best thing we can do between no and the games is put on a few pounds.

"At least you two have decent manners," says Effie. "The pair last year ate everything with their hand like a couple of savages. It completely upset my digestion."

This angers me and probably even Gale because after that comment we both ate the rest of the meal with our hands. After a meal I feel sick. I look across the table and see that even Gale is trying to keep the food down.

We go to another compartment to watch the recap of the reaping. We examine the faces of the kids we have got to kill. A huge boy from 2. A fox-faced girl from 5. A twelve year old girl who reminds me of Prim from 11. And finally they show 12. Prim being reaped and me running forward to volunteer. The silent salute and Haymitch falling of the stage. Then Gale being reaped and him walk to the stage with no fear at all.