Avery
I stand on the train platform camera's flashing in my face, people I don't even know calling my name and think how the capitol is nothing like the metropolis I imagined it to be. The people are strange, alien like I guess you could say as in some citizens still find it appealing to die their skin pea green. The color almost makes me gag; the hairstyles are almost just as bad. Men, women and children tucked behind their mother's skirts push their way to the platform. Guards move to push them back. I look over at the boy next to me who I've started to call 'hot n' cold', but only in my head, he looks at me and points to a woman's hair.
"I think yours would look great like that." He says. I barely hold back a smile before guards usher us off the platform and into an armored truck. The war has been over for years but I can still feel it raging inside of me as if I was there as one of the rebels fighting against the capitol. I stare out the thickly layered glass of the small square window at one building. I look closer as we're stopped in traffic and see how some of the building's siding has cracked away revealing what it was previously. Bullet holes are riddled into the side of the building, long gashes slice the wooden wall and black smudges cover the wood where I assume fire licked the wall. A truck carrying luxury outdoor chairs sidle's up next to us and my view is blocked.
"What's wrong?" My gaze slides to the boy then to Haymitch and Effie who are inside the vehicle too but don't seem to be listening to our conversation. A frustrated Effie is trying to convince an unwilling Haymitch to shave his stubble. Haymitch glances back at me; quickly we share our thoughts without any words being said. I look back at the boy.
"Nothing," I say and go back to looking out my window.
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She thinks I didn't catch that look between her and Haymitch but I did and I know exactly what it meant. I don't understand how she's dealing with all of this with so much strength. So far I haven't been asked why I volunteered and I'm planning to keep it that way. I look at Avery. Some of her dark hair has escaped her braid and her blue eyes shoot from one thing to another. I harden my heart because I don't want her to worm her way in as she is already beginning to do. I stare at her for a while watching her take in things she's never seen the likes of when she suddenly turn to look at me. I feel like a peeping tom who got caught. I find myself confused when she asks.
"What's your name again?"
~Authors Note~
Okay I know short chapter right? I'm sorry. I'm still trying to figure out where I am going with this story as there are so many options and ways to go. I am open to anyone's opinions.