Hi again… I forgot to put this in the first chapter, so…
SUZANNE COLLINS OWNS IT ALL!
Lolz, I'm a disclaimer :D
When I stepped onto the train, and I realized something.
No one expects me to come back. Not My family. Not Caroline, or her family, or Emma. I fingered my Mothers necklace. It was tradition to pass it on to the oldest child in the family, so why'd she give it to me, the youngest? She doesn't expect me to come back. She expects it to be returned, along with my body. My own Mother! I'm so completely outraged, that I promise myself that I will win these games. No matter what.
Haylee Retta makes a big deal of showing us to our rooms, acting like were dumb animals. "Since there 12 tributes this year instead of two, the Capital modified the train so there are four rooms for you, instead of two." She squeaks in her high pitched accent. "This way, you'll share a room with two others. Two boy's rooms, two girl's rooms, here are your room mates." She starts to read the names off a clipboard attached to the wall.
"Luke, Ross, and Jason, room one." She says, pointing to the door. "James, Mark, and Gordan, room two. Rose, Judith, and Beth, room three. Aleah, Ella, and Fern, room four. Diner's at seven don't be late!" she cheers, and literally skips down the hall.
We're all standing around, until Mark clears his throat and says "See you at dinner Ella." He turns and opens the door to room two, and everyone follows his example, murmuring 'see you later's' and 'byes'.
I follow Fern into our room, which is one of the biggest rooms I've ever been in. there are three beds, and a monster sized closet, that when open, is split into three sections. I decide to take a shower, and it's about six forty-five ((yay for long showers!)) when I finish, so I decide to change into a outfit from the monster closet. Sliding into a pair of designer's jeans, and a striped t-shirt. ((The styles have changed, in my mind, at least))
"We should find the dining room," I say to Fern and Ella. Ella nods in agreement, and Fern doesn't say anything. I walk with Ella to the door, and she asks where I think the arena will be. I say I don't know, but it's going to have to be big, since it's supposed to hold 144 tributes.
"143 people have to die," she says in almost a whisper. "143 innocent people, with lives and families, friends, people who care about them, who-"
"Don't. Just don't." I turn around. Fern had a look of pure fury on her face. "You say you want change, but you don't act on it. You say it's unfair, you say its terrible. But it doesn't make a difference, because you don't act on it. You probably never will. So don't rant on about how unfair it is now that its happening to you. Just don't."
Ella shut up. So did I. Fern shoved Ella aside and stalked down the hall.
This, I thought, should be an interesting diner.