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Haymitch was staring at me. Hard. Then, he started chuckling. He said drunkenly, "Ah, mini Katniss and Peeta! How are you two?" I glared at him, and sat down. Katniss put a hand on my shoulder, and gave me a look that said, it's frustrating but I'll help you. I nodded, and stared down at the plate of food down in front of me. There was diamond shaped bread with ripples down the middle, filled with a sweet jam. Next to it was scrambled eggs, bacon, and flat, sweet breads that tasted like cake. It was covered with maple syrup and butter. "What are these?" I asked, pointing to the rippled bread and the flat cake. "That is a croissant and pancakes," Peeta replied, almost as if he couldn't believe that I didn't know them.

"Not everyone owns a bakery, bread boy," Haymitch said, slurred, drinking from a cup that smelled suspiciously like alcohol. I sipped the orange liquid in my cup, and found it was citrusy. Katniss, recognizing the amazed look on my face, said that it was made from oranges and called orange juice.

"Okay, now that we're refreshed, let's talk about talents. Are you guys fighters or die-ers?" Haymitch asked. I looked down, embarrassed. I had never held any weapon except a knife in my life.

Haymitch noticed the look on my face, and laughed. "Looks like she isn't like Katniss after all!" He broke into uncontrollable giggling.

Katniss looked me up and down. "Can you run?" she asked. I nodded. "I can also paint, but that won't help much." She looked me up and down, and handed me her steak knife. "Why this?" I asked, turning over the sharp blade. Throw it at that seam," she said, pointing at a specific seam. I closed my right eye, and tried to visualize me hitting it. I'd have to throw hard…I tossed it hard. It stuck right in the seam.

Haymitch raised his eyebrow. "That's the same seam that Katniss hit…" he mumbled. Katniss looked at me again, and said, "Have you ever considered a bow and arrow?"

"We're here!" Alfie said, gaping out the train's window. I rolled my eyes, returning to the book I had found under my bedside table. We were in my room. Alfie and I had agreed that if we saw each other in the arena, we wouldn't kill each other, so we were hanging out in my room. I didn't like the idea of having friends, but Alfie was really cool, it turns out.

I checked the window for perhaps a second before trying to concentrate on the book again. I hate the Capitol, I hate the Capitol, I hate the Capitol, I chanted in my head, but I couldn't believe how pretty it was in a modern beauty kind of way. Stainless steel buildings rose like shiny mountains, scraping the sky, making it bleed white puffy clouds that floated around in the azure.

The people, however, looked like an odd assortment of animals, aliens, and zombies. Most had neon or pastel skin, and their bodies were almost catlike, the way it was altered by surgery. "A crowd of zombies and aliens…" Alfie mused. I whacked him in the arm.

"Hey, tributes, we're stopping," Haymitch called. I gulped, and turned to Alfie. "So, how are you going to survive?" I asked him. "I'm going to die in the bloodbath," he said like it was no biggie. "WHAT? You can't!" I exclaimed. "Well, I'm just going to stand on my platform and wait for a spear," he said calmly. "WHY?" I almost yelled at him. "There's no use trying to survive when I am not a good runner, I can't fight, and I have no possible chance of surviving," he said. "No, you are going to survive," I stubbornly said. "Whatever. Are we going or not? I want to meet the zombie people," he said. I rolled my eyes, but got out of the car, trying to formulate a plan for him.

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