Chapter 3 - justice building/ boarding the train

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At the end of the ceremony the Panem anthem begins to play and the crowd is hushed in respect for our capitol . After it's finished eight peacekeepers enter the stage four surrounding cato, and four around me. They guide us around to the back of the stage into the justice building.

The peace keepers usher us into two different rooms and shut the door as they leave. I know district 2 was ment to be one of the richest districts, but I have never seen a room as flamboyant as this before. The carpet was a thick red, soft to tread and soft velvet chairs and sofas lined the edge of the small box room, the velvet is beyond soft, I run my fingers over it watching the shade of red change brushing it back and forward. I've never seen this room before ,and re-runs of the games are constantly playing, that means there's no cameras .the next thing that will be televised is the travel to the train station. I let my guard down. Smiling. A genuine smile. Not a savage one. I'm going to win. But the thought of the boy killing me enters my mind. No. That won't happen. I'll be victorious.

My mother and father enter the room. Massive grins spread across their faces. I've never seen them like this before, they both lunge in pulling us all into a tight embrace.

"We're so proud of you" mother coos

"We never thought this day would come- and now it's here - it feels like everything's right. You will bring us riches and honour. Our clove" father chirps

We let go of each other moving to sit on the velvet sofa. I've never been this close to my family before. It's weird that maybe this was the only way I could ever make the happy. But I'm glad I volunteered. Not for them. For me.

Mother speaks up "we couldn't believe it when you volunteered over the other girl" she says

"A few People will probably be mad, like the trainers, we hardley ever send a 15 year old, I mean there's a 16 too, might be the youngest we've ever had" mother adds

Father butts in "yeah but they can't be mad after the way they saw clove take out the girl, the first volunteer was like double her size, but Catos even bigger, you'll need to use your speed and knives against him, you won't beat him in hand to hand"

"We'll be prized citizens. If I win this... when I win this" I say in grim determination

We discuss my weaknesses and strengths before my parents are ushered out of the room by peace keepers. They do not turn back the walk out giddy with excitement, that their daughter is in the games.

Next Mae and Ness walk in linked arms. We talk about the games and how me and Ness won't be competing against each other to get a spot in the games next year, obviously mae is out the picture she was never any competition. Ness talks
"I wish it was me in the games, but the way you took that big girl out, I can't imagine anybody who would want to go against you" we start to talk what the Arena could possibly be like I know it will have some sort of wood land, the games were boring when fires couldn't be made. Over half the tributes just died from the cold nights. I hope there's some competition. I think back to Cato
Of course there's competition he's going with you
Death at the hands of Cato some what threatens me. And it finally dawns on me I have never killed anything but Wooden dummies. At least in district 10 they can practice on livestock, killing a person will be so much harder, they can move and fight back
What if I never come home
The horror of this propels me to feet. And I lung forward to hug Mae and Nessie. It's a moment of weakness but nobody sees it. We hug in silence. Maybe they're thinking I won't come back either judging by the way they linger in the hug. We stay in an embrace to till the peace keepers usher them out. They smile at me
"Come home kentwell" Ness says before walking out a grin on her face.

I don't expect anymore visitors so am shocked when the door opens again. A strong women, my trainer at the academy , storms  through the door. She doesn't look happy though she looks angry .

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