The train
With the doors of the train closing I see the last of my home and life I had built up. Maganta takes me and Myrah by the shoulders and leads us into what looks like a dining room. I can't help it but my mouth falls open when I see all the food on the buffet. There is more food on one plate than I had in three days. And the smells! I look at Myrah and see her staring at the table with her eyes filled with disbelief. Then she looks at me and she must see the same in my eyes because we both grab a plate at the same time. While grabbing the plate we accidentally touch each other's hands what makes Myrah pull her hand back a bit. I looked at her and see a blush coming over her white skin. This is actually the first time I take a good look at her. She has long brown hair that falls over her shoulders and ends in a semi-curl. Her eyes are green, which makes a beautiful contrast with her dark hair.
I apologise to her and let her pick her food first. While she is putting all sorts of food on her plate I notice that Maganta has changed her outfit into a short red skirt and a pink top made of feathers. I also notice that she has changed her wig and replaced it with a blue and purple one. I try to hold my laugh, but I accidentally let a giggle get out of my mouth. Myrah looks to me and sees the thing that makes me laugh. She follows my viewpoint and starts to chuckle. Maganta looks up and starts to talk with her annoyingly high pitched voice. She says that we have to accept her look, because everyone in the Capitol dresses like this. Myrah asks her if we will have to wear the same clothes as the people there. I see the look on Maganta's face change from irritated to hopeful while she says that we will be wearing even more beautiful clothing than most of the people can afford. She says we will look like stars. I can only wonder what she means by that.
While Myrah and I are eating a new face enters the train car. She tells us her name is Moira Stream and I recognise her from a previous Hunger Games. I guess she is our mentor, the person who will give us advice on how to survive our first ten minutes in the arena. I see the woman approach to our table and see she has a big scar from her cheek to her chin. She probably got that scar when she was in the arena fighting off the other tributes. I only can't remember from which Hunger Games she comes. I guess by her looks that she comes from one from the past ten years since she doesn't look older than twenty five years old. She looks at me and Myrah and tries to find some positive points in us. She says that it pains her heart to see such young people get taken away from their lives which they used to live and wipes a tear from her eye. She then tells us that we need to make the most big impression in the Capitol, that it makes us help live longer and gain sponsors. Myrah asks her what we would need to do to make that happen. Act like you're in love, she says before she walks away leaving us stare at each other.
That night I can't sleep. There are so many thoughts flowing through my head. The first one is that I might be dead in a week and the other is what Moira said. I need to act like I'm in love with Myrah. Then I remember what my father told me. The Capitol better watches out, because I am not planning to give up easily. Just you wait, I think in my head when I doze of.