We all stood up and walked to the next car over. Turns out that flat thing was a TV, and Brutus went and slid a disc into the side of it. He sat back down and pressed a button on something called a 'remote control.' Like magic, the screen is illuminated with diamonds and gold. Clearly, we're watching the reaping of District 1.
Two seventeen year olds, Glimmer and Marvel, were chosen. The differences in their personalities were outstanding. Glimmer, who was pouting and standing in a pose to accentuate her figure, was clearly trying to look sexy. As opposed to Marvel, who looked so excited I thought he might pass out. Clove reached over and pinched my arm. Clearly, Marvel and Glimmer were allies. We were all a team, 'The Careers.'
I stopped paying attention to the rest of the reapings. I thought I was about to fall asleep when I was jolted by Brutus, who simply pointed at the screen. The District Twelve reaping. What's so special about them anyway? They're always the first to go.
A little girl was picked. She barely looked twelve. As she's walking up, another girl runs up and is stopped by the peacekeepers. What caught everyone off guard however, even the citizens from Twelve, was when she shouted "I volunteer as tribute!" I felt my mouth drop open. Something like this has never happened in District Twelve. Her name is Katniss. She could be a potential ally. She seems strong. I paid more attention to the District twelve kids. Katniss and Peeta. Marvel and Glimmer, Cato and Clove, and Peeta and Katniss. Could these people really be my allies? As if he knew what I was thinking, Brutus slapped me in the back of the neck.
"Don't even think about teaming up with the kids from Twelve," He scoffed. Clove stared at me with her empty eyes, and Kesla looked mortified.
"Well, why not?" I said defiantly, rubbing the back of my neck, "They both look strong. They could be useful."
"Oh Cato, dear, no they won't! They haven't been training like you have, love," Kesla soothed, patting my shoulder, "You could easily kill them at the Cornucopia if you want."
I shoved her hand off my shoulder and went back to my sleeping car. I slammed the door and ripped the shirt to shreds. I kicked the shoes off and threw them out the window. I don't even know why I was so angry. But I finally laid down and tried to close my eyes, a nearly impossible task when it was still daylight. So I sat by the window and watched the scenery, until we pulled into the train station, hordes of news reporters already waiting for us.