Mockingbird

The train to the Capitol...

Lucille walked in the train car,she looked up in awe the train was so shiny and decadent.Effie lead us into what Lucille assumed to being the dining car."Come on come on in and have a seat!After the day you to have had you deserve to have a seat..."she said.Lucille felt a thing of annoyance.

Lucille sat down in a chair close to the window .The train  had begun to move but she barely felt it.She was surprised at the speed it had Picked up only a minute after departing from district 12.Effie sat down in the chair that was closest to the door.Peeta at down he glanced at Lucille then returned his attention to Effie who proceeded to drone on about how much the two tributes will love the Capitol. And even though it was only for a little while they might as well enjoy ourselves .Lucille wanted to scoff at the comment but she resisted the urge. But  she couldn't help but think to herself ,"wow she's not even  gonna pretend to have faith in ether one of us".she thought .

Effie looked around and sighed,"Now where is Haymich ?! Ugh probably in the bar cart ...".she began.She stood up,"I'm going to go find him and ...

Lucille's pov

Only five minutes had passed when one of the doors opened.Haymich Abernathy our mentor and infamous drunk of our district.He had won the 50th games which also happened to be the quarter quell.

The man stumbled into the dining car,he obviously had been drinking as he stumbled hand on his stomach not paying attention to peeta or me until peeta went to stand up only to sit back in his seat.Haymich glanced at both of and muttered a half hearted "congratulations".Then proceed to Move his attention to the bar cart rummaging through the bottles before settling on a bottle opening the top with his mouth and pouring himself a glass. He reached over to the ice container opening  it only to find it empty.He turned and inquiries," where's the ice ?".I shrug my shoulders and peeta shook his head ,"I don't know".Haymich slammed the lid of the ice container.Grabbing the rest of the bottle of what  I assumed to be whiskey as he walked toward an empty chair sitting down with a groan. Peeta spoke with an anxious but eager haste,"okay so ...so when do we start".

Haymich hair fell in front of his face which he fixed,"woah woah so eager ..." He Began."most of you aren't in so much of a hurry".he quipped sipping his drink.I sat back and quietly observed as peeta stammered out,"you're our mentor I want to know what the plan-." He began to say but Haymich cut him off."Mentor?" He said ."yeah our mentor Your supposed to tell us how to get sponsors and give us advice".Peeta told Haymich. "Okay",Haymich began glancing up as if he actually was thinking it over." Hmm embrace the probability of your intimate death..." He bluntly said."Know in your heart that there is nothing I can do to save you"he said almost crudely but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.He went to sip his drink.

 I scoffed,"oh really so why are you here then ?" 

Haymich finally seemed to notice me ,he stared briefly at me he looked like he wanted to say something but Instead he raised his glass and said"for the refreshment".Peeta went to grab the glass from Haymich, "okay I think that's enough of that..." Peeta began only to have Haymich shove him down back into his chair by Haymich's foot.Haymich seemed partially annoyed, "you made me spill my drink...these were brand new pants" he told peeta."You know I think Ill go finish this in my room...".He stood up up but for a moment had to remember which way he came from.

He walked out of the Dining car,peeta stood up to follow I grabbed his arm which he shook off,"where are you going?".I asked.

"I'm gonna talk to him make sure he helps us". He said as he ran out after Haymich. I was then left alone in the dining car .

Lucille sighed as she got up she wanted to run after him but she decided to let peeta talk to Haymich alone first.She walked over to the window leaning it looking out.The train was speeding out of district 12 she could she district 11's sign approaching.