District Four Train Rides: The Young Mother and The Chatterbox


"At its best, life is completely unpredictable."

- Christopher Walken


Bianca Brooke, 18
Location - Train Going to The Capitol (Living Room)

I sighed as I rubbed my almost-round stomach. Don't get me wrong, I'm not overweight. I'm pregnant. That's all. But I hide it by wearing extra large clothes so people do think I'm fat. Most people don't know if I'm pregnant until I tell them so... Or if that person is really good at observing things.

It's not really normal for me to be pregnant at all.

In fact, I'm deciding whether it is a curse or not. I didn't choose abortion because I know it's wrong. It is cruel to kill a baby especially if it's still developing. So many stupid girls in my District choose to get knocked up like hamsters. I really want to kill those people cause most of them get abortions.

Anyways, I watched as my partner, Thyme, paced back and forth in the train. It's really driving me nuts! All this constant- motion really makes me dizzy, and I feel like I'm going to puke. I guess it's all these pregnancy hormones and shit. I'm still getting used to this.

"Thyme, shut up, and give me a glass of water!" I demanded.

My shitty contractions are starting again. Oh, God! Help me! It's like getting a migraine!

"H-H-Here's a glass of a water... Sweet Jesus, I can't get over the fact that I'm picked! How can I get picked?! Someone s-should have volunteered for me! Four is a freaking Career district! Why me?!"

Thyme has been like this for the past hour already... I need to teach him a lesson so he can shut his trap.

I picked up a nice streak knife from a polished wooden drawer. The blade was completely made of gold, I even considered stealing one of these, and stuffing it in my pocket. Instead, I precisely threw the knife a centimeter past his ear.

THUD!

The knife sank deeply into the mahogany walls.

The sound was so loud that Thyme finally stopped talking. He was in shock.

"Look, you little chatterbox! I've had enough of you complaining about how you were picked! I was picked too! And I'm friggin' pregnant! You don't see me bitching about it! Now calm your balls!" I shouted.

Thyme collapsed against the soft velvet couch.

"Finally, some peace..." I grinned as I closed my eyes.


Thyme Copperwood, 16
Location - Train Ride Going to The Capitol (Dining Room)

I looked at all refreshments in the Dining Room. There was so much food that I've never seen before. Even though I lived in a rich District, I was used to the vegetables and fish that my dad brought in for all our meals. Every year, my dad would bring in a tray of chocolate frosted cupcakes. The cupcakes were made by District One which is why it is so expensive. It is why I only get them for my birthday.

I spotted a whole tray of chocolate cupcakes with a bunch of marshmallows on top. I instantly grabbed one, peeled off the wrapper, and basically threw it in my mouth.

Well my mouth isn't that big. I just ate it within seconds.

The marshmallows were also very good. I wonder how much is it in District Four? I wonder what is is made of? How many calories? There are so many questions racing in my mind right now.

I continued to stuff chocolate cupcakes in my mouth until a door opened.

I quickly shoved two cupcakes under a rug so that the escort doesn't see. I heard that lady has problems when she sees a single crumb on a plate.

Instead of the escort, it is Bianca.

"Food." Bianca ran straight to the desert table, and threw tons of sugar cookies into her mouth.

I was stunned. I've never seen a person eat like that.

Bianca finished off the vanilla frosted cupcakes, the tray of sugar cookies, and a small plate of white chocolate Éclairs.

"I know, I know. I'm such a fatty, and that I eat like a District Twelve rat. It's my pregnancy hormones. Mother forces me to eat healthy so that the baby becomes super healthy. But I can't stand salad, and fish everyday! I need food!"

I lightly grabbed Bianca's arm, and I sat her down on a soft cushion-y chair.

"We're eating too much. We're gonna get sick," I started, "We're gonna get fat, get diabetes, vomit everyd-"

"I get it, Thyme. That's basically my whole life story. Getting fat, and vomiting everyday. Except for the diabetes part." Bianca smiled.

I laughed. She is pretty funny, I guess. Too bad we barely have a week to get to know each other before killing each other.

Our little friendly moment ended when the escort came in.

"Oh my, Lord!"

The escort started pacing back and forth, reciting a prayer to herself.

"You pigs spoiled your dinner! Half of the desert table is finished!" the escort shrieked.

"Oh don't worry about that." I smirked. I quickly pressed a blue button that said: Refill.

The desert table was instantly replaced with freshly backed chocolate cupcakes, and other sweets.

The escort looked like she was going to tear her hair off.

Bianca and I high-fived each other.


Okay guys, how was the chapter? I noticed that most of you didn't review, but I give thanks to the four people who did. Please review! And how did I do with first person? For some reason, I like this chapter.