Here's chapter 5! (: It's kinda short so we are going to upload chapter 6 later today.
Maysilee
It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the bombardment of lights. Everyone is screaming and after a few minutes I realize that what they are screaming is our names. The level of my anxiety doubles.
Haymitch squeezes my hand and I keep my composure in check.
Citizens of the Capitol reach their hands towards our chariot as we ride by. I'm curious as to why; they must be attracted to Haymitch. Whoa! Where did that thought come from? My hand holding his starts to heat up and I pray that it doesn't start to become sweaty.
I'm actually quite thankful for all the noise because I don't have to worry about there being an uncomfortable silence between us. Though now that I think about it, during most of the past games the tributes rarely interact with each other, so why do I care so much about my interactions with Haymitch?
I stop thinking about it and just stare of into the crowd. It takes ten minutes for us to make our way around the circle and once we get there Haymitch hops off and offers me his hand to help me down. I appreciate it because I can be a klutz sometimes and I know that all of Panem is watching right now which only makes it worse.
We make our way to where the other tributes are all waiting and five minutes later Jarod and Lucy arrive. That's when he appears at a balcony, the president. He has a certain sinister-ness about him but no one really seems to notice or care. He gives us a welcome speech during which the cameras cut away to each of our faces. When he finishes the anthem begins and we are ushered back to our chariots and make our way out of the circle and into the training center which will be our home until the games begin.
Haymitch
It's a short ride to the training center and I can see some of the other tributes from the other districts walking into inside when we arrive.
"How are you doing?" I ask.
She looks puzzled. Then answers, "Fine, I guess. Just overwhelmed with all of this and what's about to happen in the arena."
"Don't worry about it," I say. "You'll do fine."
Damon and Rosale come to get us when we get off of the chariot.
"You all looked great!" Rosale says.
"You looked alright." Damon says. Rosale smacks his arm. I would've punched him in the face, just saying. I've been tempted to do that from the very beginning. We get into the elevator and Rosale pushes the number twelve. We shoot upwards and stop when the elevator makes a 'ding'. Rosale leads the way out of the elevator and I make my way to my room.
On my way there, I think about the chariot ride. The crowd screamed my name. I had always thought that the Capitol was bloodthirsty and just wanted me dead, but they were cheering for me. It was like I was a celebrity. There were girls screaming my name and blowing me kisses. I was surprised when I saw that. And I had held Maysilee's hand. That was one thing that I could never forget. It's kept me calm throughout the whole thing. It was too bad that it was so loud that we couldn't talk as much as I'd have liked.
I really want to talk to her more. What should I say to her though? Should I have ask her about her time here? Or talk to her about home? I don't have any idea as to what I should say. I just have to admit. She's an amazing girl. She's smart, sweet and attractive. I think that I if things were different and there wasn't the fact that only one of us could live, I'd ask her out. And she's from home. It's like having District Twelve here with me.