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Districts eleven's fresh, pure air greets my face as I head to the platform. I can hear people celebrating in their houses now. But I can't stop thinking about my Mother; her blotchy red face, trying to keep everything together, act strong. Yet she is breaking down bit by bit. She might look okay on the outside but on the inside she is just like a balloon; ready to burst at any minute. Blue; the lady from the capitol who was on stage before, announcing, is now in front of me. She struts ahead proudly, to the train station. I sometimes hear trains come and go on a night, loading a new cargo of fresh food, wheat, grain, rice and fruit. We promptly stop as we approach the platform. I hear the train rattle down the tracks, It seems a lot louder then normal. I look up to see Thresh, his head pinned to the floor, trying to hide his innocent tears. The train screeches on It's breaks as It stops. Blue and some other capitol men jump on casually, just like It is an everyday thing. James, our mentor steps on bored, stretching out his hand to me. I take one last breath of district eleven before I reach out for his hand. I hold onto it like a lifeline, and climb up, building up pressure around his wrist.
"Thanks," I say as I walk down the long passage. The train is huge. Different compartments and rooms leading of in all directions. Me and Thresh stand near the door looking bewildered.
"Where, do we, go," Thresh whispers to me,
"Don't know, them capitol people have disappeared."
"What about James?"
"Don't know either, we might just have to," I begin, but before I can finish my sentence the train is moving, like a rocket in speed. I'm clinging onto the plastic safety handle for support.
"Wow," Thresh exclaims,
"Rue," James calls from down the passageway, "Thresh?"
"Were, here," Thresh calls over, he walks up to see us both stood around the door,
"Still at the door? Come get some dinner," We don't hesitate to ask questions. We follow him down the long train passage for a while until we reach a door, leading into a long room. It has a long table and a TV screen.
"Sit down," Blue calls over. I take a seat next to her, Thresh does the same,
"Hello," I say to her,
"Hello Rue," She says, stroking my hair. Some strange looking men, dressed in suits pass us our own delicate little soup, with a floating lotus petals inside. It is in a small, blue, china pot with a flower pattern around the outside. Next to it there is two long pieces of crusty, white, farmhouse bread. There is two long spoons, each diamond encrusted. I copy Blue and pick up my bread in my right hand and dip it into the creamy substance. It is soft and smooth and absorbs it's way into bread. I place it in my mouth and It tastes like pure heaven. Incredible. I can't help but eat every last bit, so does Thresh. Then we get passed a matching plate, filled with a rice, drenched in a orange coloured paste. There is a long pastry to match, which is passed down the table. I pick it up and begin to indulge into my meal before the TV flickers on.
"What's this?" Thresh asks rudely,
"The contestants footage,"
"So we will be on?" I ask, startled. She nods. First there is district one, there is a tough looking girl, I don't catch her name though, I am to busy looking at her bronze hair. The boy is about fourteen, nor do I catch his name but I see he has blonde hair and light skin. I concentrate back on my soup until I hear, the words,
'District eleven,' I look up to see myself, walking through the crowed. In my green delicate dress. Then I see Thresh. 'District twelve," They call out a twelve year old girl, Primrose, maybe we could be friends. But then I see something shocking, A young woman, perhaps seventeen, yells from the crowed;
"I volunteer," She makes her way forward, It turns out Prim was her sister. That just makes me think of Trisha even more. She has long black hair, tanned skin and a kind face. She looks like Trisha. She reminds me of Trisha. Only she volunteered for her sister. I want to cry, so I look down at my empty plate, I don't catch the other boy's name either, but I think It's Percy.
"They look tough," Thresh says,
"Maybe we should go to bed now, I'm tired," I lie.
"What a great idea," Says Blue,
"Were is my room,"
"Oh, pick any," Blue says.
"Okay." I walk off, trying to find the room furthest away from the capitol people. I walk to the end of the train and open a door, inside there is a bed; not big but It will do. I close the door behind me and drop my bag on the floor. I snuggle up in the duvet and pretend It's my mother. But I can't stop thinking about Trisha and Katniss, I cry, They are exactly the same, only Katniss is braver. I close my eyes and dream.
I'm at home, I can hear my Mothers voice, so distant, yet so near.
"Mother," I cry leaping out of my bed of flowers,
"Rue," A voice calls, not my Mothers, Trisha's.
"Trisha, Trisha were are you?" I call, swiping away dust.
"Here," I can see her back. I tug on her dress.
"Trisha, turn around," I plead. She slowly turns to face me. Only It's not Trisha, It's Katniss, the girl who volunteered for her sister. Dark eyes and hair, a kind looking face. I flop into her arms.
My eyes open, my arms outstretched. A pile of blankets are pushed up against the wall, where my feet have kicked them in my sleep. I breath deeply, trying to get my head around what has just happened.
When morning comes I head down to the lunch area where we were yesterday. I find James and Blue hunched over a sausage sandwich.
"Where have you been?" Blue asks in a strict way,
"Blue, She's just a kid," James says calming her,
"What?" I ask biting my lip,
"You should have been here and hour ago," Blue says, running her fingers through her orange hair,
"I didn't know, sorry,"
"Well, okay," James says trying to sort things out,
"Where's Thresh?" I ask glancing around.
"With his designer, where you should be too,"
"Okay, where do I go?" They all laugh. What did I say?
"James, show her where to go," Blue says flatly. He leads me out of the room,
"Sorry about that kid," James says. James has always been known as the weird freak, by the kids in district eleven, ever since he has been in the games, he has turned slightly weird, but he is holding it together at the moment.
"It's okay," I say.
"Just go through there," James directs me. I open the door were I see a small, young man. Perhaps mid twenties. He has short black hair gelled up. He is dressed in a casual, capitol type outfit.
"Rue," He welcomes me,
"Err. Em." I begin,
"Link,"
"Oh hi link, are you my designer?" I ask sheepishly,
"What? Can you speak up?"
"Are you my designer?" I bellow,
" Yeah, But not that loud kiddo," He says, in the obvious capitol accent. It is squeaky, everyone back home jokes about it. It is like It's made to be mimicked. "Come on," He says taking my hand. He leads me to a big door which the hole width of the train. Inside there is a large, white bath tub, a bed and a chair.
"Wow," I exclaim. He locks the door quickly,
"I know," He says now in a district twelve accent,
"What happened to your voice?" I ask
"Can you keep a secret?" I nod. "I am from district twelve, but when I was, nineteen, the capitol offered me the job, under some circumstances," He says trailing off.
"So your from district twelve?"
"Yeah." Maybe, just maybe I can grow to like him. He walks up to the bath and pours the entire contents of a bottle into it. Gooey purple liquid spouts out. He then picks up a strange, small tin-box, with a picture of a bird on the front. I have seen the bird before at school. It's a bird only found within district twelve. I can't remember the name though. He opens the box and sprinkles in orange powder. He adds a few more bottles of strange concoctions then observes it proudly.
"Would you like to, you know get in?" He opens the blinds and I see a huge emerald green mountain with a clear blue sky. White clouds gracefully dance through the sun. "Were getting near the capitol."
"Shall I get in the bath?"
"Yeah, dump your clothes anywhere."
"Okay,"I strip down and dive into the tub. The temperature is perfect. I have only been in five minutes then Link calls,
"Right, you can come out now, that is just for ex-foliating your body, because you are a tadd to young to be trying all the chemical things the others have."
"Okay,"
"Take my hand, that stuff tends to...cling" He begins, the way he pauses on the word cling makes me want to get out even quicker "To you a bit" I climb out then he runs me another bath. This time the water is pure,
"Get in that water too, do you want normal water or magic water?" Err, I hate people speaking to me like I'm a baby,even if I'm only twelve.
"I'm happy with pure water," I say, my voice flat and dull.
"So what's It like at home?"
"Don't know really," I say avoiding the subject, and staring at the birds in the sky.
"It helps to talk about it," There is a long silence, "What you looking at?"
"Birds"
"Mockingays?"
"Mockingjays," I correct him. We don't talk much more. He pulls me out the bath and lies me on the bed. He pulls lots of my hairs out my body, "Ooh" I groan.
"Ha, everyone says that,"
"I can see why,"
"Well you are only young, so your hairs are fair and small, so do you want to just get your outfit on?"
"Yeah,"
He pulls out an amazing dress. It has patches of colour, from green to brown to blue. It has no straps and is frilly at the bottom. It looks like a pixie dress, the ones you see in stories. It has a black belt with gold catch with microscopic detail.
"You can wear it as a skirt as well," Link adds,
"I love it!"
"I thought you would," Link smiles, "Want to put it on?" I nod eagerly. I slip it over my head, I put some green pumps on my feet.
"Do you want curly hair?"
"Please," Mother could never curl my hair but now Link can.
Once everything is done he shows me to a mirror, I look amazing.
The train suddenly stops, "Are you ready for the cameras?" Link smiles.
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