The Boy On Fire

V

The next morning, you wake up and you can immediately feel the effects of last night's drinking. Your body feels heavy and warm, your heart rate is high, and you feel a little bit queasy.

Peeta wakes up as well and the two of you look at each other. You can see that he's also hungover, the effects of last night's activities clearly visible on his face. You share a small smile as Effie walks into the room, her expression stern.

You two quickly get changed and both of you are nervous to say the least. Peeta's eyes are red, his face is flushed with colour, and he looks exhausted. Effie looks you both up and down, her expression one of worry. After a moment of silence, she gestures for you to follow her.

"Come on you two, it's almost time,"

She says, her tone now softer and her eyes full of concern.

Peeta's expression brightens a bit as he follows Effie, glad to finally get out of the tiny train cabin. He takes a deep breath in, inhaling the fresh, cool air and he smiles slightly.

The train station is already filled with people, everyone dressed up nicely and ready for their debut in the Capitol. The two of you walk through the train station and you can feel the buzz of excitement that comes with the event. You hear people gossip about the tributes' outfits, their district's numbers, what they think their districts are going to win this year.

The people begin to point at us eagerly as they recognizea tribute train rolling into the city. I step away from thewindow, sickened by their excitement, knowing theycan't wait to watch us die. But Peeta holds his ground,actually waving and smiling at the gawking crowd. Heonly stops when the train pulls into the station, blockingus from their view.

He sees me staring at him and shrugs.

"Who knows?"

hesays.

"One of them may be rich." 

Sorry for the short chapter i just wanted to quickly round it off so that i can quickly continue with the next bit of the story. Ill make sure to have the net part out by Sunday.