Hey people, it's Mari. Happy almost weekend. I hope that everyone had a fun week and got a bunch of stuff accomplished! I am so sorry for not posting in a couple of days. My school had term two exams last week and that was just the highlight of my term; NOT. I guess they were kind of easy, so that's a plus. Well, ENJOY the newest chapter of The District Chronicles

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY OF THE HUNGER GAMES CHARACTERS OR STORY LINES

Mistakes (Katniss' POV)

Peeta and I were locked in my room together. Not that it bad that I was with him, but the being locked part was bad for our standards.

We yelled as loud as we could, but we were sure that Effie was too focused on some Capitol celebrity gossip show and Haymitch was too drunk, not that that was unusual though. Still, they both must have been very absorbed in what they were doing. They had no time for, oh I don't know, USING THEIR EARS! Seriously, all they had to do was pay attention in the slightest and would be able to hear our ecstatic shouts.

Peeta repeatedly tried to bash the door down, but it's magnetic pull on the frame of the wall was too strong. This train was built to have magnetic locks, but even that still makes a clicking noise when locked. Unlike regular doors, these did not have cracks on the bottom that we might be able to slip a note through. Even better, my room did not have a window to the inside of the hall, so no one could see us either. This would be really fun; just Peeta and I trying to save ourselves, you know, the norm. Some egotistical Capital junky watching our every move, as usual. You would think that these were the good old days! We wish. I was 16, not 80 and these days were far from good.

Still, this routine did seem like grade F Capital crap. I would relax, letting my guard down for a while and they would pounce on me as if they were a hungry cat living in the Seam and I a plump mouse. No food for the hungry (not really because they feed me a lot) and no rest for the weak. Same old, same old. I was getting tired of being their new and improved prey. I wish that they would just feed on some other lonely soul for a while.

Trapped still, Peeta and I continued to scramble around the room in search of a way out. The air duct was sealed tightly and the windows to the outside of the train were obviously not made of glass. So far, no discoveries that would help us get out of here.

After at least 20 minutes of panic, I heard footsteps in the hall. "Effie? Haymitch? Are you there?"

"Katniss? It's Effie. Darling, open the door, so I can hear you more clearly!"

"We are trapped in here! The door must have been locked by someone or something! We need help Effie," voiced Peeta, "go get Haymitch! He will know what to do."

"Oh, goodness gracious, why does everything have to be so unorthodox in this stupid country," Effie yelled as her footsteps started moving in the direction of the train car's door.

Hopefully we were saved, but neither of us knew what sort of state Haymitch was in. He could have been drunken, angry, mad, depressed, or just damn right stupid.

Finally, the two sets of footsteps re-appeared and slowed to a stop directly in front of my door.

"Sweetheart, let me check the door," Haymitch sputtered as taps and clicks were heard from the outside of my room. Hopefully his inpection would give us answers. "I don't think that it's locked because if it was, the small lock on the door would be turned sideways. As of now, it is upright. I think that the door is just broken or perhaps jammed."

"So, what do we do now? Stay in here for the duration of our train ride," muttered Peeta sarcastically.

"No genius. There should be an emergency tool kit under the bed. Why did you not think of looking under there Mr. victor sir?"

"Because there were no luxury beds inside the area and we also thought that the door was locked, not jammed."

"Toche," laughed Haymitch, surprised at his loss of the conversation battle. "Alright then. Could you find the tool kit then kiddo?"

I walked over to my Capital made bed and pulled up the sheets. Located underneath was a plethora of emergency kits: Food, water, survival, hospital supplies, and finally, tools. The label read 'Tools: for the repair and proper care of your train room.'

"I found the box. What do we need to fix this stupid door?"

"Well, all you need for this matter is a magnet and/or a hammer. Would you like your door to be broken or repaired sweetheart?"

"I would prefer fixed over broken, but whatever we need to do to get it open."

"I can do it Katniss," Peeta said while gesturing for me to hand him the two tools.

"Fine, but try not to break my door! I have had enough openness in my life for one month."

"Ok, Haymitch, what should I do?"

"Just connect the magnet to the nearest piece of wall. If I'm right, the door should pop open easily after that. The pull of three magnets will be too strong and its hold on the door will release."

Peeta did as our usually drunken friend had said and it worked! We were free to eat dinner and walk around the train car as we pleased. Together, we walked into Effie's embrace and inside the hallway.

"How did you survive four hours alone with the girl on fire?" Haymitch was really starting to get on my nerves.

"She is not that bad when you calm the flames, you know," retorted Peeta.

"And how did you do that? This girl is like a time bomb."

"I think bread boy can keep his thoughts to himself for once," I interjected, "lets go Peeta. I'm starving." At least we weren't trapped in there like someones next meal.

I really hoped that everything that Haymitch had said about the door being jammed was true, but I could not be sure. The distinct clicking noise could not vacate my thoughts as I was finishing dinner with Peeta. I had been sure that we were locked in.

I guess that it was just a mistake... or not.