The train is filled with food! When Effie leads us into the buffet cart, I can't help but leap up on to a table and begin gorging on the food. All the food you could possibly imagine. Just no game. But screw game! I want to have that jello over there. In a few seconds, I've already consumed haft of the first table. I pay no attention to Effie, who is hitting me on the head with a newspaper and screaming, "MANNERS!"
I finally finish all I can take, which is almost the whole cart. Peeta looks at the bread table that is only full of crumbs. He gives an angry look before picking up the crumbs and throwing them out the window and yelling that they aren't Paneam's best.
"What was that all about?" I ask. I've never seen Peeta so mad. And if he has been mad, why over bread?
"That's our competitor's bread. You know the one across the street of the Mellark Bakery? It's the Nellark Bakery, my uncle's. We've been fighting for years over who is Paneam's best," Peeta explains, slowly starting to calm down. His face starting to turn back to it's normal color, "It all began when-"
"NO STORIES! You little brats have already disturbed my whole life cart. Everything I do from now until the day I die will be off by a whole 30 seconds! So just shut up!" Effie growls. She turns around, punching a wall. Her hand goes right throw it. Wind begins rushing in, making me shiver, "I'm getting that damn drunk!" Effie says before storming out.
Wow, trains really get to people.
Effie brings in the drunken Haymitch. His shirt is still covered with vomit. Gross! He wabbles over to a chair and plops himself down. He gags once, making everyone jump back, and then he passes out again. Effie is infuriated.
"You are putting my life behind schedule!" Effie screams. She begins beating his unconscious body with her newspaper. It's only when she hits the hand hold his bear when Haymitch jumps up awake. Effie holds her hands up.
"Woah! I'm only going to say this once: Don't. Mess. With. My. Beer." He says, looking around at all of us, "Got it?" We all nod. Effie keeps her hands up. Haymitch then goes back to his too-drunk-to-care state and sinks back into his chair.
"I'm done! Haymitch, tell them how to die!" Effie says walking out. She slams the door behind her.
"Sassy." Haymitch says, pouring himself some wine. His hand is shaky and he even spills some of it on the table. His eyes widen as if he has done something disgraceful and he begins to lap it up like a dog.
"Um...Do you want a napkin?" Peeta offers. He watches Haymitch like he can't believe what is going on.
"No! You can't waste liquor." Haymitch explains. He continues lapping up the wine. He licks the table until there is no trace of the alcohol. Then he sits back and begins chugging down the whole bottle instead of drinking the glass he just poured.
"So," Peeta sighs, "How about that advice?" Peeta looks as him, leaning forward to listen to anything Haymitch has to say. Haymitch puts his bottle down for just a second. Peeta looks at him with big, blue, pleading eyes. Haymitch jesters for him to move in closer. Peeta does this and Haymitch burps in his face.
Haymitch begins laughing hysterically, "And you thought I was gonna stay something helpful!" He almost falls on the ground. Even I can't help from smirking. Peeta is so gullible. And it is a classic prank.
Peeta looks like he is about to cry though. Tears threaten to spill out of his eyes. Or maybe it's from Haymitch's terrible breath. Seriously, has he ever heard about toothpaste? If not, we have to get him some ASSAP.
"Not cool." Peeta says. He gets up and leaves. Then he opens the door again, peaking his head out, "Uh, were is my room?"
"Down two carts, last one on the left. It has a huge blood stain on the floor in front of it from the last guy who killed himself." Haymitch says. Peeta nods and say a thank you. He leaves and then I'm alone with Haymitch. It's really awkward so I end up leaving.
My room has the last guys body in it and the whole room is filthy. I end up throwing the body out the window. I call an advox to clean it up. She looks discussed by the room. She shakes her head and begins cleaning. I decide to pass the time by telling her my life story. She is such a good listener. She doesn't even bud in like Gale does whenever I talk to him. Maybe this is why people have advoxs to clean up after them, so they can talk with out being interrupted.
When she is done, she leaves with out even saying goodbye. Kind of rude, but she was so nice during my story so I can't be mad. Effie comes in just as the advox is leaving.
"My apologies for my outrageous behavior," Effie says. I nod. Effie goes on, "Okay, well, time for dinner."
I follow Effie down the hall to the dinning cart for dinner. Surprisingly, I'm still hungry.
The chefs bring out huge plates of food. We each get our own little chicken, soup, vegetables, and mash potatoes. Everything is amazing. Maybe this is all worth dying in the end. Your treated like royalty, and then die. It's sad, but hey, when you don't know when your next meal is gonna be, this seems like heaven. And because of that, I'm having a hard time using this fork. It seems like it's keeping me from getting more food.
"Manners! You district 12 people should at least try to use them." Effie says, groaning. I shoot her a look. It's not our fault we're starving. No one wants to use our coal. We're not like district 4 were going out and getting your own food is okay. In 12, you can be put to death for it. So, in protest, I toss the fork aside and eat with my hands.
You should have seen the look on her face.