Well i'm back and i know my story has so many spelling and grammar mistakes but lets just pretend they're not there. I've decided to write another short chapter for fun and i still don't know if I will be continuing this story but we shall see as it goes. Please let me know if you are interested in reading this story and I may try make an effort to continue.
Chapter 11
On board the train it felt like a whole new wold. I've never seen things so clean and sparkly. The crystal chandeliers reflecting rainbows across the ceiling and the room. The silver cutlery that reflected your own face and the food, so much that I could feed everyone in district 12 with. Effie and Haymitch are sitting at the dinner room table eating and drinking.
"So anyone given up yet? I know I have" slurs Haymitch
"Oh please Haymitch do mind your manners. Now you two please come join us for a late lunch and then we will sit down and watch the recaps and I then want you both in bed by 9pm so you can have a good night's rest before arriving in the Capital" chirps Effie
Both Jackson and I sit and start to eat. I try as many different foods as I can but I must say I am a big fan of the soups. Across from me I see Jackson furiously eating with a plate full of food. I smile a little at the thought of him enjoying all this food but then I remember that a few days from now we will be leaving to venture into a living nightmare.
Once Jackson and I are so full we both feel sick and Haymitch has nearly empty all the liquor bottles from the bar we sit down the watch the reaping from the other districts. As predicted district one and two are the biggest threat. District three and four tributes don't seem to portray any danger but I know I should never let my guard down. The remaining districts reaping go by but when a small 12 year-old girl is picked from district Eleven I picture my sister, Prim, and I make a mental note to look out for this girl when in the arena; Rue.
Right on 9pm Effie rushes us to our separate rooms and orders us to go to bed. After tossing and turning for 2 hours I finally decide to give up and wonder through the train. On the last carriage of the train has glass windows and a glass roof. I decide to lay down on the couch and look at the stars. I start to feel myself fall asleep when suddenly something or someone grabs my ankle and pulls me off the couch. The first thing I do is aim and kick to where I think the attacker is situated and I must come in contact with the persons face. I hear the attacker grown in pain and then they land a good punch to my ribcage. The punch knocks the breath out of me but I quickly grab the attacker and flip us to I'm on top this a tight grip on the neck and my right fist raised ready to punch him. Just before I aim to punch the attacker the lights flicker on and then I'm dragged off the attacker by no one other than Haymitch.
"What the Hell" Haymitch starts to say before he is cut off by the attacker.
"Well I must say your reflexes are good and fast and you have a pretty powerful kick" the attacker says.
And I wouldn't have guessed that my attacker is the one and only Cato.