Disclaimer: Hey guess what? I'm going to buy the Hunger Games! I'm 0.142% away from my goal. NOT.
I sit on the stolen couch in the waiting room, waiting for people to show up. While I'm waiting, I wonder why the room I'm sitting in is called the waiting room. I mean, we don't wade anywhere. And I know that people are going to come, so I'm not waiting. Hmm…
Rimpay and Mom barge into my thoughts. I topple my couch in surprise.
"Haha!" cackles Rimpay. She pushes the couch so that the top and the edge are resting on the ground with me in a little pocket of space. "Hey Fatness, can I have your tuxedo? It really fits me."
"NO! My will specifically states that it will go to, uh…" I scratch something out on my will and replace it with my dead father. "My dead father!" I finish. Then I pull out a cat that was inside the couch and it mauls her. He-he-he.
After recovering, Rimpay grabbed my will and scanned it. She uploaded it and read it on the computer. "Hey! It says 'my dead father' not 'My dead father'!"
"Haven't we heard this before?" I asked.
"Yeah, in chapter two, lines 40-43."
"I don't care get out, get out, GET OUT!"
"No."
"Oh. Ok then."
We sat in silence. Then the Rioters came and dragged them out. In came Peeta's father.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I don't know."
"Then get out."
"What the heck? I know that you don't like me, but you don't have to be rude. I'm leaving." Mr. Bellark yelled in an excruciatingly high pitched voice. He stomped out before his time was up. Some loud bangs rang out. Hmm…
I seized the chance to explore the room before Alegay came. I twirled around taking in features such as a cabinet, a desk, and … OOOOO. Look, a rules list. I stared at it intently. Then Alegay burst in.
"What are you do- oh, you reading the rules list. What does it say?" said Alegay.
"I don't know, I was just staring at it."
"Oh. You disgust me. I'm leaving now."
"Then why did you come in?"
"I thought it was mandatory. People were lining up outside."
"Oh."
Alegay left. More loud bangs. I proceeded to read the rules list. It said:
1. Do not fart.
2. Do not leave until led out.
3. If you do any of these you will be shot.
Oh no! That was short. I sighed. Maybe the next one will be longer.
1,000,000 days later, the Rioters drag Peeta and me to the train.
We board the train. It's just one compartment. Servants, cooks, engineers, and we are all stuffed in a tiny space, waiting to go to the capitol. I need to do something to break the silence.
"So, uh, when do we start moving?" I ask to no one in particular.
"We are moving. This is the top speed," someone says.
"What? Where's the engine?"
"The capitol is broke, like Los Angeles, so they sold the engines and replaced them with manpower. People are pulling the cart along."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
The train was going too slowly, so I jumped out and started running towards the capitol. However, as much as I tried, I couldn't pass the train going 0.12 mph. I was huffing and puffing and doffing and dying but I couldn't past the train. But I kept telling myself, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, and I passed the train and ran all the way to the capitol.
Then I awoke. It was all a dream!
"IT WAS ALL A DREAM!" I yelled aloud.
"No it wasn't. You passed out so we pulled you back on the train," said Peeta.
"Oh… Way to ruin my good mood. I didn't want to see you first thing in the afternoon."
"It's time for dinner."
"Well, I can see that. I mean, they're dining inches away from my face."
"Whatever."
I sigh and reluctantly head to the table. I eat everything with my feet.
"At least you people have manners. The last tributes choked down their food with their hands. Imagine!" Ffieay says, taking a stab at conversation.
I spit on her.
"See?" she says to the chef. "Perfect manners."
Then, Aymitchhay comes in to barf on Ffieay. Ouch.