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CHAPTER THREE

As we wait in out different rooms to see our precious family walk in to say their last goodbyes, I look towards the clock on the far left side of the brown wooden wall hearing the tick, tock of time passing by and starting to become closer to the end. Suddenly, the door slams open with my mother and brothers walking through the door, not showing one ounce of pity for me.

'I guess finally District 12 might have a winner' My mother says as she hugs me one last time, knowing that it wasn't about me, I couldn't even last one day out there by myself having no prior knowledge of fighting let alone killing, But Katniss is completely opposite to me, a hunter, a survivor. She and Gale a boy our age, or I think her boyfriend go off into the woods which isn't a part of our district and hunt for game, which they bring back to feed for their families, and sell the rest to the hob for some money.

'Don't sell yourself short mum, pee might have something up his sleeve' Nathaniel said as he put his arm around me in a hug sort of way. Mum huffs in annoyance and stands near the door at my brother. 'Don't worry about her pee, just be yourself and I'm sure you will last… more than one day' Nathaniel smiles in reassurance, but not much is working. Scott is leaning against the window plane, looking out towards the empty square outside.

'I'm going to give you one piece of advice, do what you've got to do to win, because I'm going to need my cake froster back!' Scott turns towards me with a half-hearted smile.

Suddenly two Peacekeepers walk in and grab my mother and brothers and drag them away for me to never see them again. I sigh, and I take a couple of steps to the place Scott was standing while lean against the frame.

'Peeta?' My father's soft voice echoes through the quiet room towards me. I stand straight and my face hard trying not to show the one person I look up too, how hurt I am. 'Peeta, son, I want you to know no matter what happens that your whole family loves you, I know it may not seem like it but they do son.' He walks up and pulls me into a warm hug. Whispering in my ear 'There is something there that will help you get through Peeta, may not be what you expect but keep your ears open, listen to what people have to say, study people peeta like…' The Peacekeeper comes in to take my father way '…the way you do a loaf of bread.' I heard as the door shut closed. I sit dumbfounded, what does that all mean. I walk like a robot towards the train, not listening to a work Effie was saying and I doubt Katniss was either, then I felt it, the one tear I will shed for my family as we are about to say goodbye to our district. District 12.

The train is so lavish to anything I've ever seen before, so many types of different food line the table food from every district, mainly from our district and the capitol. The rail cart is large with steel walls which allow the wonderful light to breath a freshness feel into the air, the dark mahogany tables and chairs make the cart more luxurious than anything. This cart alone is a lot bigger than the bakery front itself. I walk towards the arm chair to the right of me and feel the textured fabric of the chair. Soft, furry, nothing I know of. I sit taking the site of this marvellous place in keeping this inside my memory.

'I'm going to go see if I can find your mentor on this train, she should be around here somewhere' Effie said as she was really talking to herself instead of us and walked out to find our mentor.

I look over at Katniss, her finger twirling a strand of hair that has fallen out of her braid. Her eyes, dead, uncertain, knowing nothing of what's to come.

'So, who do you think our mentor is?' I ask trying to strike up a conversation. She just looks at me and doesn't say a word. I look at her harder trying to read anything that will give me indication that she might have an idea.

When I think about it again, it could be so many possibilities considering we cannot have our own mentor from our district, Haymitch Abernathy. So many mentors so many possibilities, I saw Katniss's head move first. I follow her eye sight to the door. That's when I hear it the footsteps of our mentor.

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