The door slams behind my dad and I slide to the floor sobbing. I don't want to go I'm scared and alone I look at the necklace dad gave me and open the heart locket. Inside there, just like dad said, there's a picture of us. Me, dad and Rosa are all pulling funny faces at the crammer. The pictures black and white because we can't afford a colour camera. I wonder how dad got the picture this small. He must have sent it to the capitol for some fancy alterations. I smile at the picture and try not to think of how much it would have cost him to get it. I stand up off the floor and try not to start crying again. I know in a few minutes I will be brought to the train and there will be cameras waiting to get a shot of the newest tributes. I take deep breaths and put on a smile. I want the people of the capitol to like me, even if I hate them. I dry my eyes and wait for the peacekeepers to come and get me. I don't have to wait long. In less then five minutes the peacekeepers are pulling me down the hall towards the train.
"I can walk." I snap at them as I try to shake them off, but they just push me ahead of them aggressively. It's a short walk to the train but its hard to get on past all the people in front of the trains I smile at as many cameras as I see the flashes but it's hard to keep up with them all. I look over briefly to see what Charlie is doing. I see him looking straight ahead with his chest puff out and his shoulders square. I can't help but laugh a little. We are whisked onto the train and then the doors close behind us. I feel the ground lurch beneath my feet as we start moving I run as fast as I can to the back window and just mange to catch a glimpse of district five before we are pulled out of sight.
I sigh and walk back toward the entrance to the train. There looking confused is Charlie and our two mentors. I stop dead in my tracks at the way they are looking at me. I'm so embarrassed that I want to curl up and disappear but I force myself to try and get a conversation going.
"Hi!" I smile at them and try to act nice but I'm sure my face is red "I'm Celia Torrence!"
They both look confused for a second before the male mentor steps forward "Hi, I'm Shane Manning. Winner of the 67th hunger games." Shane has light brown hair that falls lightly into his blue eyes, he looks like someone out of district 1, in other words really capitol. If I remember correctly he was a career. Being from district five we can become careers sometimes, although it doesn't happen often. I smile back at him trying to seem nice, but I can tell that's he's not haunted by the ghosts of his hunger games.
Our next mentor is a girl only a few years older then me, probably seventeen or eighteen, with long blonde hair and green eyes. She almost looks like Rosa in a way.
"Hey. I'm Claire Stanley, and if your wondering I won the 72nd hunger games. But I'm not nearly as proud of that as Shane is of his." She grins at me and Charlie and I smile back, but it's not a forced smile. I actually think I might get along with her.
I notice that Charlie hasn't said much to anyone, I look at him but he doesn't seem to really notice what going on. I feel sorry for him because I know that, with the way he's acting, I'll be the favourite tribute this year.
"You guys go get changed and wash up, dinner will be ready in a few minutes your rooms are just down the hall" Shane signals towards the far side of the train and we both start walking that way. I'm excited for dinner because from what I've heard, the food will be the best part of this. Even if I make it out alive.
Thansk for reading! Sorry I didn't update earlier I had no internet but I promise I'll try to upload tomorrow! Also thanks to Claire for the review!