A/N: Hey guys, I'm having a lot of fun writing this story and I love the reviews! Now I'll shut up, enjoy!
Gales P.O.V.
As we stepped on to the train car I saw Prim's eyes flooding with wonder. I looked around, unsure of my surroundings. Effie was babbling nonsense about something called mahogany. Exploring the car I noticed everything to be clean and expensive. I would have to trade a week's worth of fresh kill to buy even a soup a bowl similar to theirs.
"Oh my God this is so, so….. Sparkly!" Screams Prim.
"Dear heaves, young lady, where are you manners? Inside voice please." Effie protests
I roll my eyes at Effie's response. Prim should enjoy it while it lasts. Then I smell the horrible reek of too much acholhol. I feel a hand on my shoulder as a very drunk, greasy haired, middle aged man leans on me for support.
"What losers are we stuck with this year." As Haymitch's words slur together.
Prim jumped in front of him happily, "Hiya! I'm Prim! And this is Gale! He is kinda a grump. She says cupping her over her mouth as if to keep me out of the conversation.
"Great, we get Ms. Perky and Mr. Death-Stare over here. This going to be a great year." Sarcasm strongly present in his voice.
"Dinner!" Effie cheerfully called not hearing the previous conversation.
Diner and watching the of the reapings pass in a blur and I find myself restlessly tossing and turning. As I caught a glance of the window that showed the colorful landscape of the capitol.
