I looked at the other tributes, as they started to cry. But I won't. Won't risk putting any tears out my eyes and down my face. Only Maysilee and I were the only sane ones on the train. Bekinda bambles on about how lucky we are and about the petrifying wigs she wears. When the train started to leave, there were food all over the table. Most of them I can't even imagine about eating in District 12. There were cakes and muffins and foods that I can't even name. But before anyone can enjoy themselves on the fine delish sitting across the table, the door swished open and a strange looking man came in.
He had blonde hair and blue eyes. "Hello, tributes." he said.
"My name is Otto Keene, and I am your mentor for the games." he said brusquely. He won about 10, no 12 years ago. I think. I was only a toddler then so I probably don't remember him. Judging by his looks, he must have been a merchant's kid.
"Hi." said Blye. "I'm Blye, Blye Duncain."
"Nice to meet you Blye." Otto said.
"I'm Runyon." Runyon said
"Pleasure." said Otto.
He looked at Maysilee and asked her for her name. She hardly whispered it. It was so soft that he had thought she said "Paynie" or something like that.
"What a nice name." he said. Maysilee gave a tiny smile and said her name louder this time. Otto finally got the hang of it and then turned toward me asking me to introduce myself, just like the other tributes have.
"Haymitch, Haymitch Abernathy." I said. My tone sounded cool and unforgiving. I don't think that Otto and I might become good friends. But instead of rashing out on me, he smiled, and said "Nice to meet you , " I nodded then turned my head to the window. I don't think I'll speak for the rest of the trip.
"Now, we're almost at the Capitol, you can enjoy anything you want on the train, and I will start to mentor you tomorrow, after your Opening Ceremony." said Otto. We all agreed and went to our separate train rooms to sleep. I couldn't sleep, probably not ever again. All I did was lie on the bed thinking of the best way to get out of the arena.
When it is almost dawn, the train pulled to a stop, and I got up to look out the window. There were millions of Capitol people outside our train, wearing ugly-looking filthy makeup. They look ridiculous, yet they somehow still get full bellies everyday. As I made my way to the front door of the train, I see Maysilee and Otto in a discussion. I grabbed a what I think looks like a blueberry muffin and ordered a cup of tea, while I make my way towards the table. Otto saw me an said "Good Morning, Haymitch."
I didn't answer him. Instead I gave him a nod. Otto laughs.
"Not the morning person, eh?"he asks
I shrug. I didn't get a chance to sleep at night, so I might appear to be a little grouchy. I remember back when I as about 10 years old. I had nightmares about my name being drawn into the arena. But when I woke up, I didn't have a chance to get back to sleep, so when I woke up in the morning, I was a real grouch. My mother said that my dad had the same problem. But I went outside instead of listening to her bickering on and on about my dad. I walked up to the front of the yard, and that's where I saw them. Flowers. especially Rosemaries,so I took a sniff, and it instantly made me feel better.
On the urge of my memory, I took a sniff of the flowers that Rosemary had gave me and I feel like if I have this with me, I don't have to worry. But it's time now. The other tributes came in the room and started to discuss about hand to hand combat, when one of the train people came in to tell us to get off the train. We did. But now it's time for our Opening Ceremonies. I hope I get a decent stylist this year. I thought when I stepped out of the train and onto Capitol soils.
