A/N: Hi guys! Ok so I wasn't planning to do this tonight but everyone is busy and no one is bugging me right now! Most importantly…. Today I was having drama and crap and I was not feeling well. But with everyone busy I decided to check my e-mail and I saw I got the sweetest review from faxnesslover also thank you A LOT to junbug24 who always has sweet reviews. You two really got me out of my stump and I'm dedicating this to you guys!

The train takes off and I gasp at the speed. It will take us one day to get to the Capitol. I look around the train and it's very fancy. The Capitol really likes to show off. It's fancier than the justice building. Katniss and I receive our own chambers. Our own chambers? Well, I guess they want to give us VIP treatment before they take our lives away.

I look at my chambers and it has a bedroom, a dressing area, and a private bathroom with hot and cold water. At my house it was rare to get hot water.

My house. I wonder what's happening in it. I know Jamie and my dad will be crying. I don't know about Rylee, but I know mother will just think that Jamie and dad are crying for no reason. Maybe Jamie will get punished. With that thought, something in my chest becomes to hurt. Jamie won't matter though. But still, he's already had torture for watching his baby brother sign off his own life. He doesn't need more torture.

I decide to take off my reaping clothes and change into an orange shirt and jeans. I pick up the reaping clothes when I see something in the pocket of my pants. I pick it up and see it's a note. I open it and read it.

Dear Peeta,

Please try Peeta. Please. You're going to tear us all apart without you in the bakery. I know you like that Katniss girl, but please try. I can't stand losing my baby brother. Ever since you were born you were always my Peeta bread and I'm not going to lose you now. Just try Peeta bread.

Love,

Jamie

Oh Jamie…. He must have put that in my pocket when he hugged me. I feel so bad for Jamie, because no matter what he's not going to change my mind. Nothing will.

The door swings open and I see Haymitch. "You. You're the boy tribute?" he asks. I nod. "What's your name?" he asks. "Peeta Mellark," I reply. "Ok than Peeta, tell the others I'm off to take a nap," He says. I nod again but as he leaves I hear him say, "Or just get drunk." I laugh at that.

Effie comes and takes me to the dining room. I follow her and we end up at a room with polished, paneled walls. She tells me to take a seat and says she needs to get Katniss and leaves. I sit down at a chair and wait.

Katniss and Effie come and sit down. "Where's Haymitch?" asks Effie happy that he's not here. "Last time I saw him, he said he was going to take a nap," I say, leaving out the part that he's actually getting drunk at this very moment. "Well, it's been an exhausting day," says Effie. Supper comes in courses. A thick carrot soup, green soup, lamb chops and mashed potatoes, cheese and fruit, and a chocolate cake. The cake makes me miss home more, but I just eat. Effie says to save for more. Neither Katniss nor I listen. Even though I always had enough to eat it's always stale, but I'm pretty sure Katniss had to go days without food sometimes. As we're finishing the main course Effie says, "At least, you two have decent manners. The pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages. It completely upset my digestion."

Last years pair was from the seam. So, of course, when they saw food I don't think they would care for manners. I'm a baker's son so I can have manners. Katniss' mother is from town so she could show her some class. I look over to Katniss and she looks offended. She eats the rest of her meal with her hands and wipes them on the table cloth. I smile at that and the fact that Effie is pursing her lips tightly.

When the meal is done, my stomach is trying to make the food re appear. I've never has such rich food so it's making me sick. I remember once when I went to Jay's house and he had a bunch of sweets. When I got home I threw up all of it and couldn't go to school the next day. When I started to feel better my mother hit me, which only brought suspicion to my friends and teachers.

We go to another room to watch the replay of the reaping. Each name is called but only a couple stick to my mind. A beautiful girl with blond hair and green eyes from District 1. A monstrous boy from District 2. A fierce looking girl from, again, District 2. A skinny boy from District 3. A girl with red hair and the face of a fox from District 5. A huge dark skinned boy from District 11. Finally, a little 12 year-old girl from District 11. I look over to Katniss see her sink in the couch. Finally, we're at District 12 and they call Prim's name. Katniss volunteers. I'm called. We shake hands. The end.

Effie is dissatisfied about the way her wig was. "Your mentor has a lot to learn about presentation. A lot about televised behavior," she says. I laugh at her for being so blind. "He was drunk. He's drunk every year," I say "Every day," Katniss adds and smirks and that little smirk bring me into a big grin.

"Yes. How odd you two find it amusing. You know your mentor is your lifeline to the world in these games. The one who advises you, lines up your sponsors, and dictates the presentation of any gifts. Haymitch can well be the difference between your life and your death!" Effie hisses.

As if on cue Haymitch stumbles to the room. "I miss supper?" he asks in a slurred voice. Then he vomits over the expensive carpet and falls into it. "So laugh away!" says Effie as she hops around the vomit and leaves the room.

Me and Katniss consider the condition of our mentor trying to get up. We both exchange glances. Effie's right. A mentor can save a life. Unfortunately we got stuck with Haymitch. Me and Katniss help him up to his feet. "I tripped? Smells bad," he says and wipes his nose with his hand staining it with vomit. "Let's get you back to your room. Clean you up a bit," I say

We half-lead and half-carry him back to his bathroom. We plunk him down in the tub and turn on the shower. I see Katniss and the look on her face tells me she really doesn't want to do this. So I saver her. "It's ok. I'll take it from here," I tell her. She looks relieved and says, "All right. I can send one of the capitol people to help you," she says. The thought of working with a capitol person makes me sick. Including that I'll have to wash Haymitch, I'd rather not take my chances. "No. I don't want them," I tell her. She nods and leaves.

I take off Haymitch's clothes and bathe him. I clean him for hours. Taking the vomit off his chest was the worst part. When I'm done I dress him and put him to bed. I go over to my own chambers and try to take a shower. When I get in a bunch of buttons are around it. I hit one and am attacked by rose petals. I somehow manage to finally take a shower. I go over to dry my hair with a bunch of other buttons. These are easier. I make my way to my bed and plop down to fall into darkness.

I wake to Effie's voice. "Up, up, up! It's gong to be a big, big, big day!" I groan. I was never a morning person. I change to the same jeans but a blue shirt instead of orange. I remember how orange became my favorite color. I was 10 and looking out the window out of boredom when I decided to go to the bakery's roof. When I got there my breath got taken away as I watched the sun set. I've seen it a million times. But never like this. It was setting down the whole of District 12 and it looked marvelous. Only orange stuck out in my head though. It's added to its fiery passion.

I go over to the dining car and sit down and get a cup of hot chocolate and a roll. Only Haymitch is there. "So, what's your relationship with the cat girl or whatever," he says. Is it seriously that obvious? "There's nothing going on," I tell him but I'm blushing. "Sure kid," he says and chuckles and I look down at the roll in my hand embarrassed. Katniss and Effie come in and Effie hands Katniss a cup of hot chocolate. "Sit down! Sit down!" say Haymitch waving her over. When she sits down we're served another enormous pile of food. I look over to Katniss and see she looks confused at her cup. She's possibly never had it. Of course she hasn't. She's from the seam. "They call it hot chocolate. It's good," I say. She takes a sip and looks delighted. She concentrates on her cup until she's done and dives for the other food. When she's done I'm still not. I break piece of my roll and dump it into my hot chocolate. Jamie showed me it and it was delicious.

"So, you're supposed to give us advice," says Katniss. "Here's some advice. Stay alive," he says and burst out laughing. This isn't funny. I have to try and keep Katniss alive and he won't give us advice? "That's very funny," I say. Then I cross over to the table and lash out the glass in his hand. It shatters on the floor, and bloodred liquid running to the back of the train. "Only not to us," I finish. Haymitch considers this a moment, then punches me in the jaw, knocking me from my chair.

I see him go to get the spirits Katniss jams her knife into the table and his hands and the bottle. He sits back and squints at us. "Well, what's this?" says Haymitch. "Did I actually get a pair of fighters this year?"

I rise from the floor and scoop up some ice and hold it to my jaw. From experience of getting hit multiple times from my mother, I know this will show a mark. I can't be able to do that. "No. let the bruise show. The audience will think you've mixed up with another tribute before you've even made it into the arena," Haymitch says. "That's against the rules," I reassure him. "Only if they catch you. That bruise will show you fought, you weren't caught even better," says Haymitch and turns to Katniss. "Can you hit anything with that knife besides a table?" I know her weapon is a bow and arrow. She always trades a squirrel to my father and he always says how she always hits the eye. Makes it less gruesome to eat.

She yanks the knife from the table and throws it at the wall across the room. It lodges in the seam between two panels making her more incredible. "Stand over hear, both of you," instruct Haymitch and we obey. He checks our muscles and circles us and examines our faces. "Well, you're not entirely hopeless. Seem fit. And once the stylist get a hold of you, you'll be attractive enough," he says.

We don't question it. The best looking tributes get more sponsors. "All right I'll make you a deal with you. You don't interfere with my drinking and I'll stay sober enough to help you. But you have to do exactly what I say," he says. "Fine," I say.

"So help us. When we get to the arena, what's the best strategy at the Cornucopia for someone-" says Katniss. "One thing at a time. In a few minutes we'll be pulling up into the station. You'll be put into the hands of your stylists. You're not going to like what they do to you. But no matter what don't resist," he says. "But-" Katniss begins. "No buts. Don't resist," he says, and with that he leaves. When he leaves the car and slams the door it goes dark. We must be entering the tunnel to the Capitol.

We stand in silence as the tunnel goes on and on. The train begins to slow. I can't help it I go over to the window and am amazed by its beauty. No one exaggerates when they explain the ruling city of Panem. People begin to point at us and come to the train. I wave and smile at them. I'm trying to get sponsors for us. They like people who are cheerful. I look over to Katniss and say, "Who knows? One of them may be rich." The train stops and we're issued to get our stuff and leave. All I can think is: Our hell begins.