Jordan's P.O.V
I wake up the next morning feeling really freaking tired.
I did not like being woken up last night. I don't care how important it was, you just don't wake me up.
What makes me even more pissed off is that I wasn't woken up for something important; I was woken up by Kate, who hadn't had a very good excuse. She'd heard Jodie and Elisha talking and came to investigate; and woke me up in the process.
I wouldn't have been as angry if Elisha or Jodie had woken me up. At least they had a decent reason. But no; it just had to be Kate Pinsetter, the annoying bitch from the Capitol.
I get my breakfast from our cart's dining room and then walk up to the main cart to see if anyone has any better food that they'd like to trade for my eggs.
I know it seems picky for someone who never has enough to eat, but I just don't like the capitol's idea of scrambled eggs. According to the escorts I've talked to it's the height of popularity to eat eggs like this. I can't get around the weird spice they put on them; I'm not sure how to say it. Aromat, I think you say it… Whatever it is though, it tastes absolutely horrible.
I meet Elisha when I get there.
We look at each other for a few seconds.
"Do you want to trade something for my eggs?!" we ask each other at the same time, holding our plates towards each other.
Elisha groans, pulling her plate back.
"So it's you, too, huh? Bronte made me try them with aromat, too. God, won't my district be proud of me, rejecting Capitol eggs like I have them every day. Chicken eggs too, not just any old groosling eggs or something."
She has a fair point; if our districts ever found out about us not wanting to eat something from the Capitol, they'd kill us. If we weren't already going to die, that is.
"I wish I could go back in time and punch myself in the face before I could let Bronte put this crap on my eggs. Getting eggs at home is almost impossible, so I've practically wasted a delicacy," she continues, hanging her head.
"Really?" I say. "We have eggs all the time, but I suppose that's because we farm chickens."
"Hey dude, what do chickens look like?" she asks. I stare at her, surprised. Is she serious? She certainly looks like it.
"Uh..." It's hard to answer, firstly, because I'm still shocked that she's never seen a chicken and secondly, because I've never had to describe one before.
"I'm sorry, it's just that we don't really get much meat where I'm from, let alone live animals," she says, looking embarrassed. "You don't have to answer if it's too weird..."
"N-no, it's okay," I stutter. "Uh, they're very feathery. Wait, you obviously know that, you've seen birds before, right?" She nods in reply.
"Um, their colours can be anything pretty much. Well, not really drastic colours, like purple or green; more like browns and whites and blacks." Oh god, this is hard.
"They have small, curved beaks..." Okay, I'm pretty much out of ideas. Wait, I've got one!
"And, this is probably gonna sound really weird, chickens' butts are surprisingly soft and fluffy..."
She giggles slightly. Haha. Chickens really bring out the human side of this chick.
Suddenly, we hear running from the hallway.
We turn and see the door at the end burst open and the other 22 tributes, including Jodie, come through it. Some people are still eating their breakfasts, too.
"Hey, what the fuck is happening?" Elisha asks.
"We're here!" Jodie tells us, "We're at the Capitol." She points at the window.
Everyone has crowded around the windows on the left side of the room, with one short boy sitting on another guy's shoulders, just to get a look at the fast approaching city.
We're the last ones to join the group, so we end up having jump constantly to see anything.
Because I'm the tallest out of the 3 of us, Jodie has to sit on my shoulders. Elisha stands on the back of a plush arm chair. How she stays up there, I'm not really sure, but she must be used to defying physics, or she wouldn't have even attempted it.
The people of the Capitol see the train and run over, quickly forming a crowd near the tracks and waving wildly at us.
In a bid to get sponsors, we wave back, although I think Jodie, and a couple of other kids are waving because they're over excited.
When the train reaches the station, outside the Remake Centre, almost everyone, inside and outside the train, cheers loudly.
Not me though. Right now I that I could fast forward time, past what is about to happen. The next few hours will be completely full of pain, for all of us.
It's time for the spa treatment.