Chapter 2
Rimson
It was mid day when Rimson and Annie were on the train station, the train looked beautiful with drawing and chrome, it was so big it could fit the whole district in it. Food was everywhere, buffet, drinks, sweets, snacks, everything. Rimson was recalling how he was drawn in the reaping, it was unfair he thought, his name was only signed up 4 times, unlike others, with allot of signups. In district 3 no one wanted to participate in the hunger games, they try not to buy extra food so their names doesn't get written more in the hunger games, Rimson never got any extra food, you get one entry each year to the hunger games, 12 year olds get 1 entry normally, 13 gets 2, 14 gets 3, 15, which was what Rimson was gets 4, and so on so on, you could get free food but you'll get entries for the food you take, Rimson never took any, but luck wasn't on his side.
On the train, they met their mentor, Crester, the previous hunger games winner for their district. He was fat, unhealthy, and very talkative, green eyes, short hair, his body did not fit his personality. The train started moving as Rimson and Annie sat on their chairs, Crester on the other side of the table was eating, eating, and eating. The table was full of food, but no one except Crester seemed to be eating, Rimson was too sick to eat, after all, he never wanted to be in the hunger games.
Annie started talking to Crester, "Aren't you supposed to be our mentor? Stop eating and start telling us survival tricks you pig!" Rimson felt the same. 'If we were going to be in the hunger games, we might as well try to win. How did he even win the hunger games?' He thought. "With this attitude you will never win, hence you need sponsors, no one sponsors people with attitude, so keep that mouth to yourself." Crester said. Annie turned red, flipping the table, and banging out of the room. Rimson tried to be nice to get Crester to help him. "So, Crester, do you have anything to teach me?" He said, Crester started eating again. "You gotta get them sponsors, they'll save your life, for a bit that is, now you need to have luck on your side, be smart, stay near the river, but not as near, to avoid being spotted." Crester said, Rimson finally smiled.
The train was passing through the arena, it looked big, a sphere, a dome, huge, with water all around it, like an island, birds were flying beautifully over the capitol, it was the most beautiful thing Rimson ever saw, he was happy, sad, and scared at the same time.
