The inside of the train is luxurious, crystal chandeliers, deep red carpets on every floor and mahogany everywhere. Like I said, it's pretty over the top just for taking two teens to the place they will die. I turn to look my family in the eyes; I just want to see them one last time. But it's too late. The shiny silver doors have slid silently back in to place behind me. I doubt I will ever see them again.
I am led to a small room with a red, king-size, four-poster bed occupying over half the room. A small set of wooden drawers full to the brim with "capitol Fashions" latest style of clothes.
I turn round to see a man standing there. He doesn't talk to me, but he looks intently as is scrutinising my very soul. I know what I must look like. A small, weak, girl with messy hair and messier clothes. But the look he gives me tells me he knows my plan. Without any notice, he turns round, and lets the doors of my room close behind him.
I don't leave the room. Not for the whole journey. I speak into a microphone on the wall to get my food then I eat it, then I plot. I have decided to run into the cornucopia get an axe food water, and run.
I sleep, eat, plot, sleep….. Again and again. About two days, the windows go black, my ears pop, and there is a whooshing sound. We pop back out of the dark, the pressure goes back to normal, but what I see is not normal, high buildings look like fingers stretching for the clouds, scores of people dressed in colours to bright to look at for over 30 seconds, litter the square streets. And I know. I'm in the capitol
sorry for the very short chapter and that not much is going on. Next chapter we will meet the stylists. A special thanks to :
JabberJabberJay and
HungerGamesDistrict12Escort
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(the conclusion of the chapter is almost as long as thee chapter SORRY GUYS)