Okay, after an hour of writing (with many distractions, mind you), writing during Photography class, Art Class, and Math (of course after I finished my work:)...I have come up with this.

SO WAAA-LAAA!

The long strident blows of the train's horn seem to cover the busy buzz of the station for seconds at a time.

Gale leads by walking inventively through the immured crowd and holding my hand. We both carry our suitcases cautiously.

The immense crowd is, again, mainly Capitol citizens disoriented by the unfamiliar turf of District 2.

Seriously. Some deranged people that I have seen with in the ten minutes of being at the train station have literally gotten to the point where they have broken down and cried.

Aw. I guess they have been so "babied" that they forgot how to fend for themselves.

You guess?

Even by Gale's fast pace, I can barely keep up due to the pushing and shoving of the passing citizens. I have to double step every once in a while to stay close behind him.

He mutters something unintelligible and we make a left turn.

I manage to jump up and peer over his shoulder for a quick second.

In that glance, I see just a portion of the colossal train waiting to take us to District 4.

As we venture closer, the image of the train becomes clearer.

It is the Capitol's old one that was used only for strict capitol business. It is silver, skinny, and elongated.

Gale pulls me along and I tighten my grip on his hand.

He lets go and steps up onto the first stair step. Then he turns around and helps me up. We finish the remaining small staircase and enter through the sliding door.

It is quite empty compared to the gathering outside. Apparently Capitol people don't have interest in traveling any further to District 4.

We find an empty booth with a small white table in between and decide to settle there.

Gale takes my suitcase and hauls both up to the overhead compartment.

Once he finishes, he joins me at the booth and sits in the seat across from me.

"I hate train stations." I burst out.

"Me too." He huffs.

"I mean the Capitol people can't live anywhere else while their homes are being rebuilt?"

"Hah, I know right." He stifles a laugh.

"How long is the ride?"

"About 5 hours."

I shift my hands and set my cheek on my palm. I stare out the window.

The train gives one last honk and lurches forward.

"Rissa."

"Yes?"

"I failed to mention something."

"What." I look over to him suspiciously.

"The reason why my mother moved to District 4 is because her life long friend lives there."

I relax a little and smile.

"Oh, well that's nothing to worry about."

"Well,"

My smile fades. The train starts to pick up speed.

"Well what?"

"Her friend is Katniss's mother."

Relief floods through me.

"Oh, Gale. Why does that matter?" I giggle.

He gives an uneasy smile.

"Gale," I whine, "You don't think she will be there, do you?"

"Hey," he throws his hands up in mock defense. "I never said anything."

I give him the look.

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't."

"Gale. Suddenly telling me out of the blue that Katniss's mother lives in District 4 is something."

"Just thought you wanted to know." He mumbles.

I don't argue. We sit there in silence for a short while.

Finally I cut in, "You don't think Katniss will be there, right?"

"I highly doubt it. She is too broken."

"Gale, it has been over six months since the war ended."

"She might still be healing in 12. She is broken beyond repair."

I find his eyes and take his hand in mine.

"You were too," I whisper.

"Not as bad as she was." He avoids my gaze again.

"Gale," I sigh, "Look at you. Losing your best friend broke you too. Remember? For months you were always struggling. But now, look at yourself."

"Rissa. I know."

I continue anyway, "Now you are happy. You have a successful job and a girlfriend."

He cracks a smile and looks up at me. "Yeah. I guess."

"Good. You remember that."

"Okay." He leans across the table and gives me a kiss.

"Thank you. Now do your paperwork. We have a long five hours ahead of us."

"Yes mother." He says in mock disappointment.

We both crack up.

Yeah-it is a filler. It is one of the sortest I that I have written while making Cinnamon Bread.

Anyway...Tomorrow (agian) MAY NOT be up. Yes, I know. I am sorry for disappointing you all. Life is too crazy right now to actually sit down and type out 7 chapters. SO since the next chapter PROBABLY is going to be long, it will be up on Friday, if it isn't tomorrow.

SO friday I have no school and I WILL be writing all day and for the rest of the weekend so I can be on track and get these stories out ON TIME! :D

p.s. SHARK BAIT. HOO HA HA. What is that from? Bonus points if you can tell me what the valcano is named in that movie. xD

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