The Train

Once we get onto the train, Effie directs Peeta and me to our rooms. When we arrive first at Peeta's room, I get a glimpse of it. There was a medium sized window on the left side of the wall with an orange curtain hanging from it. I saw a huge bed as well with a big sign above it that read "Peeta" in curly, black and white letters. My eyes widened at the sight. I wanted a picture like that too.

Peeta bid his farewell to me before we saw each other again for dinner, and before I knew it, Effie was pushing me, AGAIN, down the hall to a big brown door. When she opened the door, I was amazed.

My room is huge, almost as big as the house my mother, Katniss, and me had back home. It is painted a soft green color with a big bed that had matching sheets. On the side was a dresser that I assumed was full of clothes, since I didn't bring any with me. There was a huge white rug in the middle of the room and a bunch of buttons next to the bed that I had no idea how to use. And in the last corner to the right was my personal bathroom. When I saw it, I jumped with glee. I had never had anything to myself before, especially not a full bathroom. I was so happy and pleased with my room, and then I realized why I got the room in the first place.

Well, now I feel stupid, I thought to myself.

They were just pampering us to make us feel special before we were killed.

"Alright darling, dinner starts in an hour so be there," Effie says to me. "You can do whatever you want before then! Ta-ta!" And with that, she left me alone.

I decided to take a shower to try to wash off all the memories of the past hour.

I was chosen for the Hunger Games. I chose to go instead of Katniss volunteering for me, I'm here with a boy who saved my family's life and I can't do anything to repay him, especially save his life. My family and friend were ripped out of my arms, literally, and now I'm on a train getting ready to die at the hands of another kid.

I wonder how they're gonna kill me, I think. Maybe cut my throat, hit me across the head with a rock, stab me.

I stop thinking about those things because it makes me sick, and get in the shower. There are so many soaps, fragrances, shampoos, and a lot more that I can't even decide what to use. I settle with the rose shampoo, body wash, and fragrance because my name has the word rose in it.

After I get out the shower, I dress in a plain white short and blue shorts I find in the drawer and slip on some comfy white shoes, and walk out for dinner.

When I get there I see Peeta and Effie, and that's it.

Where's Haymitch? Oh whatever, he probably doesn't care about our lives much anyway since he's drunk all the time.

I laugh out loud only to see two pairs of eyes staring back at me.

"What?" I ask them, even though I know why they are staring.

"Nothing." Effie says with a strange look on her face. "Well, since your spectacular mentor won't bother to show up, I bid you both goodnight. See you in the morning!"

I sit down while Peeta is still staring at me. "What?"

"Nothing, you're just really cute." He says. "Um, you hungry?"

"Yes, I'm STARVED!" I laugh at that little joke I made along with Peeta.

Tonight, they are serving a pink soup with little raisins floating in it. There's also chicken in shapes of chickens with a bright orange gravy over it. They served a dark red drink that almost looked like blood, but actually tasted marvelous. There was cakes and pies, and all the luxury. Back home, Peeta's father owned the bakery, so I assumed he was used to all the cakes and things, but I only got them on very special occasions.

"So how do you like your room?" He asks me.

"I love it!" I blurt out way to loudly. "Oh, sorry," I blush. "I love it. It's way better than what I had at home. Maybe not for you though."

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Oh, um, it's just that since your family owns a bakery, I j-just thought," I stammer. "I just thought you were…..r-r-rich."

He lets out a soft laugh. "No, we don't even get to eat the things we bake. We eat any of the old or burnt stuff."

I feel so bad for even bringing it up. "I'm so s-sorry."

"It's okay. We do eat the squirrels your sister catches. They're really good. She's amazing at hunting." He smiles.

"Yeah, I love her so much. I really miss her too. I wish I could see her one more time."

"Me too," he says, but barely in a whisper.

What is it with him and my sister?

I try to find a way to talk about my sister and him at the same time to see if something is going on, and then I find the perfect idea.

"So P-Peeta," I stammer out, "I know you were the guy that gave us the bread when we were practically dying when I was younger. Katniss told me about it."

He smiles a small smile when I mention Katniss's name. "Yeah, I don't really like to talk about it much."

"Well," I swallow for what I'm about to do, "I-I-I, um, I don't really know how to thank you and this is the only thing that I can think of. So here it goes."

With that, I lean over as quickly as I can and kiss him on the cheek lightly. He blushes a bright red, just as I know my cheeks are because I can feel them burning.

"Thanks, but I love your sister," is the last thing he gets out before he erupts out of the room.

"Wait Peeta! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" I yell back at him, but he doesn't listen. I can hear the door to his room slam.

Thoughts engulf my mind as I sit at the table in silence.

Why did I do that? I feel so stupid! And he loves KATNISS? Oh my gosh, what did I do! Does he think that I like him? Does Katniss like him too? She must not, she's not that kind of person. But maybe she is…

"Oh darling, I didn't think I would see you there." She takes a good look at my face. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, u-u-um y-yes. I'm f-f-fine." I quickly get out of the seat.

I scurry out of the room, embarrassed to the moon and stay in my room for the rest of the night.

That night I had a dream about a huge blurred figure standing over me with a knife in his hand, getting ready to slice me up. I wake up and it's more.

Here goes another day of misery.