Dread, Anger, Sadness, Hopelessness. These were the words running through my mind before my family came into the room. My mother came in first and we just sat there and hugged before she said, "Tigo, I want you to have this. It was your father's" She opened her hand and in it was a small silver ring. I put it on and hugged her. "Since I won't be returning...Goodbye." I said as I hugged her. "Don't talk like that. You will return!" pleaded my mom. I just shook my head and she walked out.
Next my brothers walked in. They all looked relieved that I was going to the games. We all just sat there staring for minutes until my oldest brother, Wylo broke the silence. "Well, my advice to you is don't die" he said. All of my other brothers started laughing. I just rolled my eyes. The peacekeeper escorted them out of the room. I just sat there waiting for someone else to come, but no one did.
Why would they? My family didn't really care about me, I don't have any friends, and don't need any. Besides, I will be dead within a matter of weeks anyway. My dead body will be being shipped back to my family for them to make funeral arrangements with it. No one will go to it. No one will grieve except maybe my mom. I could care less though.
After a few minutes, a group of peacekeepers escorted me and the other tribute to the train. Dang. I forgot her name already. We were asked a few questions from the interviewers and then whisked away onto the train. It was a nice train. The first place I went on it was to my room. It was very luxurious. I went out to the dining car to have dinner with everyone.
"We should arrive in the capitol by morning! What a joyous occasion!" squealed Prenita. I gave her a weird look and finished my dinner. Right after that I went to my room. I looked out the window. It was getting dark out. The train must have been going like 300 miles per hour. The trees were whizzing by. I sat down on my bed, changed into my pajamas, and dozed off.