Spring break is soon, so... maybe only a few updates over it?
The train is a huge, sleek, metal one that glides smoothly across the tracks. I sit in the large waiting room with Ben, waiting to be called into the main room to have a discussion with our mentor.
"Who could our mentor possibly be? District 7 hasn't won the games yet!" I remarked as we waited.
"Maybe they'll give us a person from the Capitol?" Ben suggested, but I shrugged it off. That wouldn't be fair to the other tributes from Panem. Suddenly, the sliding metal door slid open, and the room filled with light.
Inside was a huge room (the ceilings weren't high, but the room was very long and walled with greatly fashioned oak wood) filled to the brim with tables filled with food and drinks. My mouth watered as I saw treats my even my slightly wealthy family could not afford. There were plates of roast beef, steak, baked goods, anything you could imagine. Ben had the same expression on his face, but his seemed to be more pained. I knew he was thinking of his family, and how much they would enjoy this. I wasn't thinking these thoughts because I had a father who I hardly ever saw and a mother who had her mind on other things.
"This is the main room! Auden will meet you in a moment..." Fuchsia said, grinning. She left, and Ben and I looked hungrily at each other.
When Fuchsia came back with the man, she found Ben and I trying to cram every morsel of food onto our plates. We quickly hid the plates at her return.
"This is Auden! He's one of the Capitol's personal trainers for District 7, so show him some respect!" We both bowed, but Auden had an odd look on his face, like he was trying not to say something he desperately wanted to say. Fuchsia left, and Auden began.
"Well, all you have to do is survive. Good luck." He said, then promptly waltzed out the door, humming to music no one could hear.
Ben and I looked at each other, our expressions speechless. Then, I spoke.
"We have a drunk for our mentor."
Ben cursed, then began pacing the room. "With no mentor, we won't know how to do certain things. If we don't know how to do certain things, the careers will find us. And if the careers find us... then we're dead!" he spat, flipping one of the empty tables. I sat down with my plate of food.
"Don't worry, we still have training. Everything's going to be alright." I smiled at him, and he returned it.
"I just can't keep going on like this. If we do have to go into that arena, which we do, then I want to be prepared for it.
He seemed to give up for now, and he sat down with his food and ate.
Tomorrow, we would arrive in the Capitol.
Tomorrow, the games would truly begin.
The next part? NOT going to be released tomorrow. :P