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I didn't know what to name this chapter, so for now its just Chapter 3. Any ideas? Thanks for reading! Enjoy :D

-Laura :)

Disclaimer- My name is Laura! Does that sound like Suzanne? I think not!

The train ride felt slow and bumpy as it went up and down the hills. But in reality, it was going 250 miles per hour. I stare out the window and feel empty, like there is nothing to be happy about. I was going to die.

I touch my locket the Gale had given me this morning. It reminded me I had to be strong, for him, and for Katniss. All of my family and friends and things I loved. They will be my determination to get back home where I belong. I will never be without District 12. I even have a living piece of home with me here, to help me feel less alien in the Capitol world.

Whenever I see Peeta Mellark walking around, he smiles at me, or says a polite "Hi." All I can do is give a weak nod, or sometimes do nothing at all. My throat just gets dry and clenched up and I can't think straight. It's frustrating, but it makes me feel attached to something. Someone. I like this crush thing.

I'm just about to move to my bed when Effie Trinket gives a light knock on my door. I can tell it's her by the annoying "tune" she knocks to. When I don't answer, she barges in with a look of horror on her face.

"Primrose, darling! What are you still doing here? Dinner's already ready!"

I give a small nod and she leaves me to my privacy. I carefully remove my Reaping dress and since everything is at my disposal here, she says, I put on a simple yellow short- sleeve shirt and jeans on. I decide I will take a shower later, because I feel rushed as it is. A shower. A luxury no one in District 12 can afford.

I hear another bellow from Effie and I quickly throw my hair in a ponytail that rests on my shoulder. When I open the door, I see Peeta, Effie and Haymitch are already sitting there waiting for me. I head for an empty chair next to Effie, but in the corner of my eye, something grabs my attention.

Peeta pulls the empty chair beside him out for me, and makes a hand gesture signaling me to sit down. I glance at him and smile, but when he smiles back, I'm fairly certain I'm blushing every shade of red. I see Haymitch give a small chuckle and I think,

Is it really that obvious?

Then again, he is drunk.

I take my seat in the chair and push out a, "Thanks," but I never meet his gaze.

Peeta nods and turns back to his meal. That's when I see it. The food.

It's incredible. Never have I had this much food in my life! The table was filled with elegant soups, stews, desserts and everything imaginable. I think this is about the amount of food Katniss provides for my entire family, in one month.

Maybe more.

Overwhelmed, I decide on a rice stew with a creamy orange sauce, and a blue melon. Effie says to slow down, but I can't help but ignore her. Soon I'm stuffing my face with this food that tastes so good.

Too good.

After about halfway through my dinner, I feel sick. I look over to see that Peeta has put his fork down as well. Effie and Haymitch continue on though, obviously used to food of this rich fare. I get up, feeling like I could be sick at any moment, and start to walk out, but a shaking hand stops me.

"Why so fas, sweehar?" I can barely understand Haymitch's drunken slurred words. I'm frustrated because I can't break my arm from his grasp, but I don't have to wait for long. Haymitch is now passed out on the floor of the compartment, out cold. The sight of him just sickens me more.

I quickly run to the bathroom in my compartment and vomit. Mostly from the fancy food, but partly because of stress and sadness. When my retching is done, I stand up shakily. I want to cry, but I am already so weak, so I decide to head off to try to sleep. It doesn't take long, because I've never felt so exhausted before.

When I awake, I hear the annoying knock of Effie informing me of another "big, big, big day!" I groan and prepare myself for a long day. We would arrive at the Capitol today.

I decide now is a good time to refresh and take a shower, and hopefully wake myself up a little by doing so. I walk over and strip off the clothes I slept in and walked in to the confusing mechanism they call a shower. I finally decide on a red button that oozes out a sweet smelling strawberry shampoo. I run it through my blonde hair and rinse it out with the warm water. The feeling of the shower is amazing; like a shining sun on a winter day.

When I am dried and my hair is untangled by the automatic machine, I put on a long sleeve blue shirt and skirt, my locket and head out the door, obviously late to breakfast. I couldn't help but savor the shower.

I ignore the abundance of breakfast waiting for me on the now people-less table and instead grab a roll and head to the window where Peeta is standing. The moment he catches a glimpse of me though, he runs over, frantically.

"Primrose!" he begins.

"Prim." I correct him, barely audible, but he catches it.

"Prim, I saw you run out last night. I figured you were about to be sick."

I nod.

"Yeah, I felt like I was going to, too. Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. Thank you." I get out, and smile. He smiles and pats me on the back, leading me to the exit.

My stomach flips and twists in every way. From giddiness, but also from confusion. Why does he care so much about me? I will never understand the baker's son.

I don't have time to work my feelings out, because when the train door opens, I am surrounded by neon colors and body piercings.

We had reached out destination.

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