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Maysilee

I awake to a knock on my door from Rosale.

"Up up up, it's going to be an exciting day!" she proclaims.

I groan and stretch as I sit up. I look at the clock and notice it's only six a.m., it's going to be a very long day.

We still have the remaining trip to the Capitol to endure and then most of our day will be preparation for the Opening Ceremonies. The Opening Ceremonies showcase all of the tributes together for the first time for all of Panem. While it's a huge deal for the Capitol it's just another part of the horrible games that we are required to watch in the Districts.

I nod hello to Rosale and Jarod who are the only ones in the dining car aside from the attendees when I arrive. I sit down and begin to fill my plate with food while we wait for the others. I only chose the simpler foods to each because last night it took me awhile to fall asleep due to an upset stomach from eating the Capitol's more elaborate rich food that we don't have in the districts. While I eat Rosale tells us about life in the Captiol, and some of the things we can enjoy if one of us becomes victor. I reply with a, "oh, that's nice" and "cool", or "awesome" here and there must mostly I just listen to the other two talk as I eat.

When I've finished my toast the other female tribute from twelve, Lucy Payton, walks in and I can immediately tell that she's been crying. Her eyes are puffy and bloodshot. She comes and sits beside me and I offer her my hand for support. While she is my enemy I feel sorry for her. I've seen her in school and we've talked on occasions and she's a nice girl. Plus I have to admit it comforts me to have someone beside me that I know, so I push away thoughts of what is to come and the fact that she might kill me in the arena from my mind and I enjoy the feeling as best I can.

Ten minutes later, while Rosale is explaining the protocol for today once we reach the capitol, Haymitch walks in. I'm not really surprised by his tendency to turn up late. I've seen him at school and he generally tends to hang out by himself. All the girls swoon over him because he has the mysterious vibe, and not to mention he's gorgeous. He has dark curly hair, bright grey eyes, and a muscular build. I don't have a crush on him, I swear, it's just hard to deny his good looks. I realize I've been staring and quickly avert my gaze back to my plate, hoping no one noticed.

As Haymitch takes his seat and starts to pile food onto his plate Rosale continues with her speech, "As I was saying, before Haymitch came in, that today is the opening ceremony. You will all meet with your stylists when we arrive to be cleaned and dressed up. Then you will attend the ceremony. You will try to make an impression on the people of the Capitol. After President Snow has had his speech, we will attend dinner and you will be briefed on the protocol for tomorrow's schedule. Are there any questions?"

Immediately Haymitch fires one off, "Yes, I have one. What happens if we skip the opening ceremony?"

Why is he asking, I wonder? Obviously it's required to attend, everyone knows that. Personally, I think he's just trying to get a rise out of Rosale.

"That is not an option, Haymitch, my dear. Attendance is mandatory." Rosale replies.

"Well, let's just say that if one of the tributes, say me for example, is hiding somewhere when it is time for the ceremony to start, what would happen?" he presses.

Really, I think, what does he think he is going to gain by pressing the matter?

"There are cameras everywhere, Haymitch. We would find you very easily. And if that was to happen, then the gamemakers would make your time in the arena extremely difficult." Damon naps at him.

"So is that how you guy knew I was in the shower? I don't really like the idea of people watching me while I am in the shower" Haymitch replies angrily.

I blush at the thought of Haymitch in the shower, at this moment I'm thankful that everyone is paying so close attention to the argument that they don't notice me blushing. My next thought creeps me out, the Capitol is watching us shower? Now I know I'll never stop being paranoid of the potential cameras everywhere in the Captiol.

During the few seconds that it takes for this to run through my head Rosale has tried to respond to Haymitch but Damon cut her off and said, ""Haymitch, shut up. You are annoying me."

"Well, good." He replies. "I wasn't trying to please you."

Haymitch will be lucky to make it past the first day with that mouth, I think to myself.

"Well maybe you should. In case you have forgotten, I am the one that signs off on all of your sponsors and if you aggravate me, I'm going to slack off on that."

Yep, Haymitch is definitely not going to make it.

Right then the trains comes to a halt and we are told to get out belonging from our rooms. Great timing, I'm not sure Haymitch would have made it to the Capitol, much less the arena, alive if that conversation kept going.

When everyone makes their way to the main car of the train the door is opened and we all step foot into the Capitol.

Haymitch

Knock, knock, knock. I stir in my sleep. I register in my mind that someone is knocking on my door. I'm getting pretty annoyed.

Knock, knock, knock. I put my pillow over my head and try to go back to sleep.

Knock, knock, knock! I look at the clock. It's six o'clock in the morning. If I hear that knock one more time…

Knock, knock , knock! I chuck the clock at the door. It made a pretty loud bang, I think I put a dent in the door. Oh well. It's the Capitol. They have the money to fix it, so why not make them use it.

"Haymitch! Time to get up! Today is a big day!" Rosale knocks on my door again. How is it that I could give this idiot all of the attitude and sarcasm have and I still can't discourage her! Nothing I do or say can make her shut up and leave me alone.

"Leave me alone, you idiot!" I shout.

"Oh come on, dear. Today is a big day! We will be arriving at the capital in an hour. It's time for breakfast." She says, if possible, even more happily and cheerful than before. Oh, how much I hate the Capitol.

"How many ways do I have to show her that I don't give a crap about the Capitol and what she has to say, before she finally gets the picture and leaves me alone?" I mumble as I climb out of bed.

I decide that I am going to take my time getting to breakfast. I don't really want to see Rosale anyway. So I hop in the shower and I'm in there for a good twenty minutes before a speaker scares the crap out of me and I slip and fall.

"Haymitch Abernathy. You are wanted in the dining car immediately. Please get out of the shower, get dressed, and head that direction please." A robotic voice commands.

Wow. How creepy is that? They know when I'm in the shower and when I'm taking too long they yell at me to get out. What is wrong with these people?

I stand up and grab a towel. What am I going to wear? Oh wait. I have a ton of clothes in the closets. I still haven't gotten used to that fact. I find some nice jeans, t-shirt, socks, tennis shoes and get dressed. I've never had clothes this nice before. I head to the dining car when I'm finished. Of course, everyone is already there before me. Again.

I load my plate up with food. Eggs, bacon, sausage, muffins, and even some fruit, are all being piled up onto my plate. I can see it on her face that my lateness and lack of manners are getting on Rosale's nerves. Finally, something that will aggravate her. Success.

"As I was saying, before Haymitch came in, that today is the opening ceremony. You will all meet with your stylists when we arrive to be cleaned and dressed up. Then you will attend the ceremony. You will try to make an impression on the people of the Capitol. After President Snow has had his speech, we will attend dinner and you will be briefed on the protocol for tomorrow's schedule. Are there any questions?" Rosale asks.

"Yes, I have one. What happens if we skip the opening ceremony?" I ask. I can't help myself.

"That is not an option, Haymitch, my dear. Attendance is mandatory." She replies.

"Well, let's just say that if one of the tributes, say me for example, is hiding somewhere when it is time for the ceremony to start, what would happen?" I press. Man, this is too much fun.

"There are cameras everywhere, Haymitch. We would find you very easily. And if that was to happen, then the game makers would make your time in the arena extremely difficult." Damon butts in.

"So is that how you guy knew I was in the shower? I don't really like the idea of people watching me while I am in the shower" I say, finally getting that off of my chest.

Rosale tries to come up with a response, but Damon cuts her off, "Haymitch, shut up. You are annoying me."

"Well, good." I say. "I wasn't trying to please you."

"Well maybe you should. In case you have forgotten, I am the one that signs off on all of your sponsors and if you aggravate me, I'm going to slack off on that."

The train pulls into the station. Good timing too. We get up and gather any personal belonging left it our room. We weren't allowed to bring anything with us on the train except what we were wearing and an item to support our district.

I meet the others at the main car and we brace ourselves as we make our way off the train to the Capitol.