The sudden rush of cold air woke me from my deep slumber. I opened my eyes groggily to find Haymich at my door. I squinted at the bright light.
"Wakey, wakey sweetie," he smirked, "and Gale." I turned my head to find Gale still sleeping peacefully in the chair beside my bed. I threw my pillow at him and he woke, his dark eyes flying open. He smiled, and then frowned as he swiveled his head toward Haymitch. I slowly climbed out of bed, I was already dressed. I slipped over to his side, he smelled of alcohol and vomit. I shook my head. Katniss and Peeta were going to be our mentors, but they got tangled up with the capitol, so we're stuck with the drunk. Gale slowly sat up and came to my side, trying not to look at our mentor.
We wandered the train's main corridor until we came to a plain wooden door. Gale twisted the knob, and we stepped inside.
"Hey, I've heard a lot about you," Cinna stated, gesturing to me. I grinned. Cinna had made Katniss so many amazing outfits, and I knew he had so many more ideas, for me. My grin grew from ear to ear. Around the whole room were manikins dressed with glimmering gowns of gold and silver. Many were my size. It took all of my self control just to not run around the room, trying on all of the gorgeous clothes. Soon, Gale and Haymitch left, leaving me alone to try on the outfits.
"I'm not going to catch on fire right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled, "No." I tried on an assortment of gowns, blouses, and what looked like wetsuits. After hours of glorious clothes, it was Gale's turn. I lounged on the comfortable furniture for what must have been hours until Gale strolled out of the room. The train screeched to a stop.
"Okay," Haymitch said, ushering us toward a door, "time to go."
"Where are we going," I asked.
He replied quickly, "Training."