Avery the capitol

I sit at a table. A, as Effie calls it "Mahogany" one. Effie Trinket sits at one end looking at herself in a compact mirror her golden hair slightly frizzed. She adjusts herself with a dab here and there. She takes a golden tube from her dress pocket and swipes a thick substance on her lips. Lipstick on a train? Who is here to impress? Certainly not the 'under the influence' supposable mentor or the ever sullen boy whose name I still haven't learned. He hasn't spoken one kind word- wait he hasn't spoken at all since we've been on the train. I find myself longing to hear his deep voice. I shake my head loose of the unreasonable need.

"Haymitch," I say. Haymitch sits on a sofa staring at his flask.

"Haymitch," I repeat. This time in a sterner voice meant to catch his attention. He continues to look at his flask as if it is the most interesting thing in the world. I shove my chair back in a fit of temper (one according to my dad is from my mother and not him) and stride over to stand in front of Haymitch. I jerk the flask from his fingers. His head automatically snaps up.

"Hey!" he yells like a toddler who had his candy taken away from him.

"One of us is going to die Haymitch! Get it together. So help me I will strangle you if you don't!"

"What do you want me do?" asks Haymitch.

"I don't know Haymitch, You're the senior expert." I say and put extra emphasis on the 'senior'. He squints his eyes at me as if to say 'watch it I may be the one keeping you alive'.

"Huh," I grunt.

Not likely, I think.

I turn my back on him and look at the dark haired boy who sits silently at the table. He has his back turned to me. I find myself more hungry for the approval for the strange boy by the minute which is crazy because more likely than not we could end up killing each other.

"Both of us deserve a chance Haymitch." I say quietly.

Hours later after a delicious dinner I walk down the hall towards bed. I hear light footfalls behind me and turn to see the boy. I stare at him waiting for him to say something. I know he's not mute because he has answered Effie's questions all evening. He brushes past me on the way to his own room. This makes me mad so I blurt out what I think.

"Are you bi-polar?" He turns to me with an incredulous look on his face. Despite the circumstances a smile blooms on his lips. I find it's contagious and try to keep it from my own face. A light chuckle escapes from him. I find myself searching for something else to say just so I could hear his voice. I jerk myself out of my stupor and rush to my room not waiting for his reply. His smile is still seared into my memory as I turn the knob of my door in search of my new bed.

I feel like my head has just hit the pillow when a continued knocking on the door disturbs my sleep. I can't believe I actually fell asleep.

"Up, Up, Up, It's going to be a big, big, big day!" shouts the annoyingly enthusiastic Effie. In the situation I find it kind of comical. She knocks on the door one final time and says. "Up, Up!" I groan and slam my head into the pillow. I eventually get up and shower and throw on an outfit that is lying on my bed. Just in time I remember my pin and return to my room to retrieve it. I stuff it into the pocket it of my dark green pants. I walk down the hall into the dining room where Haymitch and the boy are talking. They quiet upon my arrival.

"I could care less about whatever you were talking about so carry on by all means."

Haymitch dunks a roll in a brown substance.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

He looks down at his now soggy roll and back up at me as if he doesn't really know what he is doing.

"Just a habit I picked up from your parents." He says and places the brown tinged roll in his mouth. I'm momentarily disgusted.

"It's just hot chocolate," says the boy as he picks up a roll and hands it to me. "Here try it." He says and pushed a steaming cup that was in front of him towards me. I take the roll and look at it then the cup. I look at the boy for reassurance. He nods his head. Come to think of it my neck hurts. I think its whiplash; from the handsome boy no less. He can't make up his mind whether or not he's going to befriend me.

I tentatively dunk my roll in the dark substance and place it on my tongue. Flavor explodes and I try to keep the pleasure off my face. I place the rest of the roll on the table and push the cup back towards the dark haired boy.

"Not bad," I say.

"He pushes the cup back towards me."

"Finish it. I'm done." I look at him. Trying to gauge what's he thinking or feeling but I can't get a read; on him or his personality. This dark haired green eyed boy really stumps me. I eat the rest of the roll and suck down the hot chocolate burning my tongue in the process. It was totally worth it.

"So you two have a very busy day ahead of you," says Effie from the other end of the table as she begins to prattle on about the day's activities. She looks at her watch chained to her blouse and clucks her tongue. She rises from the table and begins to push us from the room.

"You all can't simply step of the train looking like commoners."

"What's a commoner?" I ask.

"Before your time." She says and pushed us all into our rooms to get dressed for the first day of our last days.

~Authors Note~

Hey everyone! I am so, so, so sorry it has taken this long to update! I hope you all forgive me. I was moving and barely had time to turn on my computer or sleep let alone write another chapter! Hope you enjoyed it and I will try to update again soon!