Chapter Three

"Rise and shine sweet heart!" My mother shouted. Mornings aren't my things. I hate waking up early, especially if it's for something stupid like this tour.

"What time is it?" I say in a grumpy voice. My mother knows I hate mornings. Ever since I got Insomnia, I always slept through them. I used to get through my night by talking to myself, but my brother, Boggs, started to get annoyed by it so I had to stop. Now, I just look up at the ceiling and think about different things. These past few days, though, I've been trying to sleep through the night to calm my mom down a bit. I succeeded the first two days, but then I decided I couldn't, so I stopped trying. Now that the tour is here, I must try my hardest to sleep, so my mother would quit worrying about me. She has to know that I'm alright, and that I will be here for her through thick and thin.

"It's around six o'clock I'm the morning," she said. "I know it's early, but we need to get to the train. The other Victors and Rebels came here over night, and we need to get there. So go ahead and get ready."

"Alright mom," I say. "Will do." I got up and headed straight for the shower. I let the water hit my olive skin as I put some shampoo, which smelled like roses, on my hair. Once I was done, I picked out my clothes: Some sweat pants, a tank top and some old sneakers. I tied my hair into a pony tail, got my luggage and walked out of my room. I guess I did finish packing last night I thought. I could smell delicious food coming from down stairs. I knew my dad was cooking, since he was the best chef and baker in all of District 12, and possibly, of Panem. I scrambled downstairs, leaving my luggage behind and when I made it to the kitchen, the only person I saw was my dad, wearing an apron and cooking up some pancakes and, of course, bread.

"It smells delicious, dad!" I said as I took in the wonderful aroma of the tasty food. My mouth was literally watering because of the food, but I didn't care. I just want to eat up, get to the train and take a nice, long nap. I took a seat at the table and waited for my father to give me the yummy food.

"Eat up," he said with a grin on his face as he passed the stack of chocolate chip pancakes to me. My father's food was always the best. No one can beat his rolls of bread or his stacks of pancakes, which were one of my favorites. My mother's food, on the other hand, was revolting. It was either too hard or too soft, or too overcooked or too raw. Just talking about it makes me want to gag. I took a quick bite of the pancake to get my mind off the gross food I has just thought of. My mother came down the stairs and grabbed a plate of pancakes and took a seat right next to me.

"You're looking lovely today," I said as I stuffed myself with pancakes. She glared at me for a moment not knowing what to say. She was wearing a beautiful floral sun dress, her hair loose with a head band, and she was wearing sky high heels which, from the looks if it, she's not used to. She was wearing a tad bit of mascara and lip gloss, but other than that, her face was looking natural. She was glowing and beautiful. Like a work of art. On the outside, she looks happy, but on the inside, though, she can't wait for this to be over.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said in a loving tone. "Did you give your final goodbyes to your brother?"

I thought about this for a moment. What should I say? I looked at her for what semmed like a lifetime and nodded. I did give my brother the last goodbyes last night. I don't want to get emotional by giving him any more. Anyways, he's probably still sleeping and I don't want to wake him up. I finished up my pancakes and stood up. I went to the kitchen and passed the plate to my dad who was washing the dishes. "Here you go, dad." He just smiled.

I went upstairs, grabbed my luggage and rushed to living room, where my mother, who has already finished her breakfast, awaits. I reached the bottom of the stair case and I looked at her. She nodded and stood up. Dad was already outside, putting the luggage inside the trunk of the car. As I walked outside, I could see the light blue sky, and fluffy white clouds. I gave my dad my luggage and he tossed it in the back of the car. "Alright, let's go," my father said.

I've never been inside a car before, so this is new to me. It's not a luxurious car, either, but it's all we got. It was a short ride to get to the train station. It was about five or ten minutes. When we got there, a huge group of adults and children were waiting there. The only people I recognized were Haymitch and Effie. That's it. "Come on honey; let me introduce you to my former teammates," my mother said. I jumped out of the car and started toward the train station. There were about four kids about my age, and one newborn. The rest were adults.

"Katniss! Peeta!" the group called out, except for Haymitch, who looked drunk and moody. They all ran toward my parents and gave them a group hug. I just stood there and watched them give each other friendly remarks, big hugs and lots of kisses. The other kids watched as well. I'm not the type to make friends, so I just ignored them.

Once they all stopped making a big fuss over seeing each other again, we got the tickets and jumped on the train. I took a seat on the nearest booth and sat there all by myself. I'm hoping this trip goes fast, because I don't want to spend another second with these people.

I looked out the window with sorrow. "Goodbye Disctrict 12. I'll miss you." I whispered to myself as the train rides off into a world I'll never be able to escape.