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Arriving At the Capital
District 8
Riley
Refer was freaking out. That gave me confidence. He kept muttering I can't go in; I can't go in, no no, no no no. I wasn't happy about it, but I was willing. I think I knew this guy's strategy to. Heck, he's my brother; of course I know his strategy! He's playing weak, he always plays weak. I bet he'll love that moment when he drives and twists that knife in my gut.
Me and Refer were twins. Our distaste for each other went beyond sibling arguments, though. As soon as our mom died and our dad changed, our family (ahem, mostly my dad and Refer) lost its compassion. I rubbed the bruise sorely on my arm, which was from when I asked why we cheered for the careers. I secretly think he likes them for their lack of mercy. He is probably making flags and marching around the district shouting how the careers need to kill everyone that gets in their way.
That brings me-my dad and President Snow used to be best friends. Then my dad and president Snow got power-hungry. My dad was banned from the capital, to repay his debt.
Since me and Refer are going in, I suppose President Snow wants more from that debt then just change of location and unwavering loyalty.
He wants blood.
I've always known that before, my dad's the same way. Just when he married my mom, I though he changed. It was just hidden behind a pile of dirt.
When Refer walked in, he was "snotting and crying" about how this is so unlikely.
"Refer, get a hold of yourself."
"I just feel like falling down dead!" He said miserably.
"Refer; I know you are just playing weak. Stop it."
"We'll never make it." He moaned. At that, I couldn't take it. His pretending, his lies, his bringing me down with him. I jumped up off the bed and slapped him across the face. Hard. He looked up at me in surprise.
"You little…." He growled, and weak strategy forgotten, he got up and slammed me against the wall. He hit my wounded shoulder and I almost fell to the ground in pain as I heard the cut split open. He slammed me against the wall again, and blood gushed down my shoulder. He held his identical eyes to mine.
"I will always be in charge with you, understand?" As in an answer, I put an uppercut to his stomach. He dropped me in disgust and walked out the room. I could still here his fake sobs inside. I slid down the wall and held my shoulder, rocking back and forth as if that could take away the pain.
Arriving At The Capital
District 4
Aurora
Scott was sitting by me. I was studying him, and he was pretending not see me. I finally held out my hand for him to shake, and he pretended not to notice. I rolled my eyes.
"I know you see my hand." Reluctantly, he turned and shook it.
"Aurora."
"I know."
"Why are you being like that?"
"I'm not here to make friends." Scott said coldly. I rolled my eyes and traveled to the back of the train. I liked coming back here, staring out the back of the trains window. Then I heard a voice and I freezed when I realized it was President Snow's. I also realized with a jolt that I wasn't supposed to be here. Quickly I climbed behind a dresser as President Snow and a man I didn't recognize came in and sat down.
"I want them all dead." President Snow said coldly. All?I thought.
"Affirmative." The man's voice was rough.
"All of their relatives, or them, were rebels." My family members are rebels?!
"Why you skipped the Justice Building." The man said.
"Exactly. Now, I must be going." President Snow said. He hesitated. "He knows too much."
"Who?" The man said. President Snow smiled.
"Oh, I wasn't talking to you." At first I thought he might have noticed me, but guards came out from the corners of the room. President Snow walked out with a flourish.
I watched them slice the guy's throat and throw his body out the train.
Arriving At the Capital
District 3
Nate Nomen
The escort was sitting at a table, begging me not to tell. I analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of telling.
Pros
I'd be a hero.
Cons
My escort would hate me.
I thought about it. It went so much deeper than that, but I didn't want to go in to it. I narrowed my eyes at her, and then interrupting her useless babbling, I said, "Do you have schools there?" Her face was a huge question mark, and I made an exasperated sigh and continued. "In the Capital?" Her face became dark, and I noticed something I hadn't noticed before. She wants to learn, but there were no schools in the Capital. I remember the gaudy dress she wore and I realized they are probably more concerned about having pretty high-heels than knowing their multiplication tables. I could feel my face frowning.
"I won't tell." I finally relinquished.
"Oh, oh, oh…." She continued on and on. I smiled.
"But you're helping me win." I added.
Arriving At The Capital
District 12
Adam
Not many people knew what I really was. Well, no one knew who I really was, except Eve.
I'm the reincarnation of Adam. The Adam.
I met Eve when I was ten, and we instantly became friends. We followed this slow-going but genuine love-story type of a story, if that even makes sense.
I am mad at the Capital.
They canceled the Justice Building; they canceled my chance to see her. For all of my understanding, she is at home crying. Again. I wanted to be there with her, holding her in my arms, telling her it will be okay.
I miss Eve.
Arriving At The Capital
District 9
Primrose Everdeen
Rye was staring out the window, waving to the Capital people, smiling.
"Prim, come over here! They're amazing!"
I was hiding in the corner, not waving to the Capital, terrified.But gently I got out my hiding place and stared out the window. A roar of applause greeted me and I smiled tentatively. The Capital people were amazing themselves, colors of hair I've never seen before, fake eyelashes on top of fake eyelashes on top of fake eyelashes on top of eyeliner and mascara.
"It's so cool!" I said turning to Rye the second that he did. I blushed when our chests brushed and he laughed.
"I know right!" he said, and when he stopped cracking up I realized I was still looking at him. I blushed and turned away and started to walk away, but I felt a tug. I whipped around to see him holding my hand. He quickly let go and backed away. I came to him and tentatively and gently grabbed his hand. He looked from our intertwined hands to my eyes, and I'm sue that when I smiled my tips of my lips reached my eyes.