Chapter 8- Train Rides Pt. 2

Now for another couple of districts. I might skip the part where they arrive in the capitol. I will sort of explain that when they are in their 'suite'. I will probably make a part three.

- Kittystar of Windclan

Sparky Reynolds

I hardened my face and gave no expression. I couldn't cry. I just had to toughen it out. As Jason and I sat down in the dining car, I saw two men coming towards us. They looked very familiar. "Aren Kiterlen?" I asked in surprise. He and the other one, Lisle Oen, were the only victors of distict five.

I guessed Lisle would be Jason's mentor and Aren would be mine. We sat together and ate, talking about strategies and how we could work together to win. Finally, it was time to sleep.

I lay in my bed, thinking about what the capitol would be like. Well, I obviously won't see it again since my odds against the tributes are zero. I fell into a restless sleep, and had nightmares during the whole time.

Anis Kettering

I couldn't help it when I burst into tears. During the whole morning I was scared I would be picked, and when the reaping started, I felt like all the attention was on me. Then I had gotten picked. I had cried when my parents and friends came. I gritted my teeth and tried not to cry any more. But as soon as we stepped on, I couldn't take it any longer. That other boy, Taluse, seemed to be grouchy and I felt like I needed to avoid him.

I found some tissue and blew my nose. Sadly, I didn't get a mentor. There have been no victors for district six yet and I had a feeling that there never would be. I had to brighten up, because all of the sudden, Taluse and I are being served a giant feast with tons of food. By the time I finish, I feel like I might explode. "Wait!" Phoebe Dilax called. I sighed and turned around to look at her face. It was practically covered in make-up. "Tomorrow I will help you a little with your strategy and escort you everywhere!" She chirped excitedly.

I spun around and darted into my bedroom. How was this exciting? I wanted to throw something. I decided to tear my pillow apart. More tears ran down my cheeks as I destroyed my pillow and tore it up. Then I curled up into a ball and cried into another pillow.

Brett Panes

Was I just chosen for the Hunger Games? I had blanked out after saying goodbye and sort of fell into a state of shock. Could this really be happening? I wanted to scream or something. I looked at Bluebell Jackson, the girl who had been reaped first. What was she thinking? Questions usually made me feel better.

I opened my mouth to say something but all that came out was an odd croaking noise. Bluebell looked at me quizzically. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Bluebell?" I asked. She turned to me and my stomach rumbled. "Are you hungry? I am." She gave me the slightest smile.

I looked at the meal that was laid out before me. The food made my mouth water. Chocolate, sugar, bread, chips, fruit, were just half of all the food I saw. I knew that I had to slowly eat or I would get a stomach ache. "Sish iv really go." I said with my mouth full. I saw the man from the Capitol cringe. I swallowed my food and tried to eat better. But couldn't help it and I decided to stuff my mouth with the food I could.

"Oooh." I groaned. I had eaten too much and now I felt like I was about to explode. "Why don't you go and rest. That will make you feel better." Bluebell told me. I nodded and stumbled towards my bedroom. The train rocking back and forth was not helping my situation at all. Next time, I won't eat so much!