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I stare intently out the small rectangular tinted window as the concrete jungle of the Capitol disappears before my very eyes. It's remarkable to think such a large train can move at such a fast pace. Chug-a-chug-a-chug-a. It goes the whole entire ride. Yet we can barely even feel the movement. The journey to 7 isn't as far as some of the other districts. We ride through the border of District one and six and then we're there.
District one is an unusual place. It's not quite like the Capitol but I guess you could say it's a mini version of it.
The train root we take means that we don't see very much of it but it doesn't take a lot to tell its a million times grander than District 7. Their homes are all brick and insulated with decorated door frames. They seem to have a cushy life here in 1. They work for a good wage and have the luxuries to show for it. District 1 and 2 are much smaller than all the other districts. I learnt that from geography lessons from when I was a child. Eleven is the largest and compared to the Capitol it's humongous.

From the railway track we don't see much of One at all. We just see thousands of people flooding around the city lining busily. I don't doubt the fact they work hard for their money but they do not work as hard as our District does. Our district work 15hour shifts to earn just a quarter of what I imagine these people earn. Their choice of clothing isn't quite as ostentatious as the Capitol but it's still grander than ours.
District 6 on the other hands looks like death row. I don't mean that literally it's just people walk around very to themselves. People are just miserable. I'm beginning to realise why District 6 victors are high on morphling all the time. They're all techno freaks here. Specialising inTransportation. It's about two thirds of the size of my District and I certainly wouldn't want to live here. People drive around in funny looking cars. They make the trains we sit on here in District 6.
I end up going to sleep because its a long way through the wildness and District 6 is pretty big. But when I do awake, I realise that fatigue must have taken over me since I'm not in my bed but on the sofa.
"Beautiful big bed and you sleep on the sofa!" Silver chuckles brightly as she opens all the curtains and brings me over a coffee. I take it over to the window and sit and watch the final parts of the forestry go by. Not long until we get home.
To be honest, my tributes went so quickly that I haven't even thought about what to say to their families.
"Homes in sight for you missy. Any plans for this year?" Silver asks me sitting down in the window seat across from me.
I have no idea what my plans will be for this year. There was no more mention of the rebellion when I left the Capitol and until I'm notified any further to me it's dead in its tracks. Perhaps I'll spend this year with Chuck. He seemed to make last year fly by.
"I'm not really sure. You?" I ask her trying to act interested for a change.
"It's Hola's twelfth birthday party next month." She tells me with a smile. Hola is Silver's daughter. I haven't officially met her but I've seen a lot of pictures. I don't have time to even stop myself to think when I say: "She'll be eligible for reaping." I say then quickly add: "I mean she would be."
"I know. The thought went through my head every time I saw the little girl Rue." She sighs stroking her fingertips along the sofa.
Before I can offer any from of comfort, there's a piercing squeak as the train slides to a stop in it's tracks.
Home in District 7 at last.
"Ooh quick have some of this Stilton soup before you go." Silver tries to persuade me but I turn my nose up at it.
"Looks like sick. I'll eat when I'm home." I say. I'm so sick of all the Capitol rich foods. None of it plays nicely with my stomach. I don't for the life of me understand how the Capitol people don't get ill from overindulgence.
Blight enters the dining room with a relieved look upon his face. I can only imagine he's glad to be out of this place too.
"Be good Johanna. It's the double Q next year remember." Silver says as she fiddles with my jacket like a worried Mother. Blight rolls his eyes at her.
"Johanna can hack it. Double the torture for them kids isn't going make things much worse. Take care Silver." He chuckles taking a step of the train and planting his foot on the russet platform.
I give Silver one last squeeze and tell her to take care then climb off the train myself.

There's less snow than I thought actually but it's still breezy. Reporters and cameramen hit us as soon as I join Blight's side. I only have to rise my middle finger to make them leave. Stupid nosey cameramen.
Erin and Barker's families stand with their heads to the ground as we approach them. Did they honestly think either of their children had a chance?Against the Careers? Against little miss MockingJay?
"We're really sorry about your children. We wish there was something more we could have done. But the control was out of our hands." Blight says when the silence becomes too awkward. To be honest I have little to say to them. Last year I was flooded with emotion for the tributes we had. Tom was a fighter and got a long way and Lacey was just a nice girl. Whereas the shaky nervous boy and the spiteful overconfident girl we were lumbered with this year proved hopeless.
"I hope that's enough to make you sleep at night." Erin's mother says bitterly tightening her shabby shawl wrapped around her shoulders. We've been insulted far worse so we apologise once more then walk away.
My suitcase bangs my legs as I pull it through the icy paths. There's one thing I'm still dreading- returning home to an empty house again.
"Wonder if Egor's still with us." I say as we reach Victor's village. Blight's smirking but he pretends to look offended.
"He was my mentor! I'll go check on him. Well done this year Jo." He tells me as we part. He kisses my forehead and walks away.
"See you in a few days." I call to him knowing he'll be buried in a bottle for the foreseeable. I can hear loud vibrations in my house when I get to the door so I quickly get our my key and unlock it. Surely nobody would be stupid enough to break into a victors house. When the door opens my stereo is blaring out as loud as it can possibly go. I rush around the corner to find Chuck dressed in his work jumper sat at my table. There's a beef stew in the centre of the table and two tall glasses of juice beside the plates.
I turn the music down in confusion. "What's going on?" I ask unable to stop a smile forming on my face.
"Well you said your two biggest hates where coming home to a house that was empty and silent so I came around put the music on full blast and filled the emptiness." He explains. I can't help laugh I find the gesture so thoughtful.
I cross the room pulling him into a big hug. "I've missed you." I chuckle as he pulls me off my tiptoes.
"I missed you too. I thought you'd be ready for some normal food too." He smiles indicating for me to take a seat. I slide down into the pine chair.
"You even cooked my favourite I am impressed." I grin taking a big bite of the beef.
"So cheers to the District 12 winners who gave us a spark to fight back." He grins. I swallow loudly. Are the Districts seeing her stunt rebellious already?
I don't raise my glass. "There's no spark ok?" I snap. He nods changing the subject. If Snow's little empire are already seeing through her act then he sure as hell will be which means he won't be letting her get away with it any time soon.