A/N- Next chapter! If there's any Whovians reading this, just know to expect a Doctor Who story soon! Allonsy!
As the chariot rolls past everyone, my stomach clenches with nervousness. I've always hated being watched by big crowds, and this is no exception. I make an attempt to smile and wave, but on the big screens around the square that display my face, my grin looks forced. Oberon on the other hand loves this, flexing, grinning, and blowing kisses. About 96% of the cheers are his name, although there are a few for me.
The ride lasts for what feels like forever, and I'm happy when we pull to a stop, in front of Pres. Pen, the leader of Panem. She gives a speech about the Games, her bright red lips moving vigorously. I'm too focused on looking at the other tributes; one that catches my attention right away is a brilliantly red-headed girl with wings. I believe she's called a Cuarie.
I also note a small, thin boy with pretty green eyes. He looks like he can outrun me easily. Finally, the President is done and the chariots circle back to the Training Center, where Yessa and Yvonne great Oberon and I with praise. The male member of our prep team says nothing, like before.
Melain brings us to our rooms, babbling about how nice we look. I walk around my room slowly. It's huge. The first thing I do is throw myself onto the fluffy bed. I really want to curl up and sleep, but I have to be at dinner soon, so I find the bathroom and step into the shower so I can get this makeup off.
As I step into the shower, I realize I don't know what to do. I know how to use a shower, but this has around 100 buttons. The water is automatically nice and warm, so I don't have to worry about that. What I do worry about is the abundance of options to choose from. I randomly pick a button with an image of what looks like blueberries on it. I'm squirted with clear liquid that smells like the berries.
After the shower, I open up the wooden wardrobe to reveal a plentitude of outfits, certainly more than a couple days worth. I pick out black pants and a white undershirt, with a fuzzy blue sweater on top. I walk around exploring until Melain calls me out to dinner.
I walk with her to the dining room, and my mouth begins to water as I sit down at the table to see the succulent dishes displayed. I begin to pile my plate with food as Melain explains to us about sponsors, and the training center. My stomach clenches nervously, and I put down my fork, suddenly unable to eat. I look around the table, where Oberon is conversing animatedly with Violet, while Melain daintily munches on some type of meat.
"I- I'm not very hungry. I think I'm going to go to my room." Melain gives a nod my way. I head back, not minding the absence of attention one bit. On my back, my mind once again drifts to the thought of my knowing magic. Once in my room, I look around, and spot a potted rose on the nightstand.
I grab it and sit on the floor, placing the plant in front of me. This time, I focus; almost meditate, on the plant. I start to think of the feeling and energy of soil and earth, and just nature in general. I can almost feel sun on my face and wind rustling my hair, until I realize I have no clue what I want the flower to do, and I'm back in the room, sitting on an itchy rug. So much for attempt number two.
I change into pajamas and crawl into the bed, my stomach feeling upset again. The plant/nature/meditation thing stopped it for moment, or at least distracted me from it. I close my eyes again, and try to sleep.