The 100th Hunger games

Chapter 4

After an hour of sitting, we are collected to go to the train station. I make Librae dry her tears before we go so she doesn't look weak to the sponsors and other tributes. We ride to the train station in a car. I've never rode in one. Their very uncommon in district 12.

Hectra makes us look at the cameras before we get on the train. I don't like it when I'm forced to do something and especially if it's bringing myself attention. The train doors open and we step inside. The view takes my breath away. Everything is luxurious, and nothing you would find here at home. Everything is perfect. Not a speck of dust or dirt inside. When we enter the dining car, I nearly squeal like a little kid. There are stacks of food on the tables. Enough to feed an entire school.

The happiness slowly fades away. It shows that they just have food laying around doing nothing, while the districts starve to death. It would make me feel like an awful person to eat this, but I need to put on a little bit of weight for the games.

"Please sit", Hectra says.

We sit down across from her. "You can eat it", she says gesturing to the pile of food. Librae picks up a white frosted cupcake with a pink rose on it. I pick up a sugar cookie and take a small bite. The sugary sweetness fills in my taste buds. We have a bakery in 12, but we only get something there for good occasions. Librae has her cupcake gulped down and has icing all over her mouth. I giggle a little bit.

Hectra gives her a horrified look. I throw Hectra a glare and pass Librae a napkin.

"Well I'm gonna go find your mentors", she says standing up.

"I'm so sorry", Librae says as soon as Hectra leaves.

"Why", I ask.

"You know why", she snaps.

"I understand why you did it," I say, "but you can't always be the hero. You have to think about yourself for once."

"You should listen to your own advice", she whispers.

"You have a life in front of you. I don't. They will get over my death soon."

"What about me", she raises her voice, "I will miss you."

"You'll be fine." She doesn't reply after that. I know she wont be fine, but she's just gonna have to deal with it.

Hectra comes in with two people holding hands. One is man who is about 23 or 24 with light brown hair. He is very muscular. He has scars covering his arms and the side of his face. The other person is small a woman with dark black hair. She's about 22. "Girls this is Cyrus and Ember, your mentors."

They are the only victors from district 12 that are alive. They won their games about 4 or 5 years ago. You rarely see one without the other, considering they are married.

"Hello", Ember says. Cyrus nods his head.

"He doesn't talk much", Ember mutters and sits down. He smirks and sits down by her.

"Okay", Hectra says, "Why don't you girls go and freshen up for dinner." We stand up and follow her to our rooms.

She takes us down a hallway and stops at a room. "Wren", she gestures to the door. She takes Librae to her room.

The door slides open and I gasp at the sight of the room. In the corner of the room is a huge bed with a purple velvet comforter. There's a conjoined bathroom in here as long as a closet as big as my old room.

I go to the bathroom to clean up. I've never used a shower before. The warm water feels good on my cold skin. We would be lucky to get a warm bath in 12.

I get out and walk to the closet. I stroke the material of the clothing. They are so silky and soft.
I comb my curly hair out to make it as straight as I can.
I find my way to the dinning car. Librae isn't here yet.

For dinner we have chicken with a side of steamed vegetables. I swear it's the tastiest thing I've ever put in my mouth.

After a while I notice Cyrus staring at us. It sort of creeps me out. I ignore him and continue on eating. But I can still feel his eyes on me.

I look up and say, "What?"
He shakes his head, "I was just seeing if your worth anything."
"Excuse me", I raise my voice.
"I mean I'm seeing if you look like you will survive the games", he says annoyed.
"And?"
He shrugs.
"I will have you know", I say, "that I am more than capable of keeping Librae alive."
"Love", he says, "its a weakness."

"Wren", I hear a small voice say.
Librae stands there in a light pink dress with two buns in her hair. Her eyes are pink and swollen. She's been crying. Her eyes are focused on my hand. I look and I'm gripping the knife so hard my hand is white as a ghost. I drop it on the table. She slowly walks over and sits down. I can see Cyrus chuckling from the corner of my eye.

"So", Ember says, "do you two have anything that you can use in the games."

"Wren is good with knives", Librae says.

"You are", Cyrus asks.

I shrug. I sometimes skinned the animals at the shop. Once a month my mom makes my dad teach me stuff if I got picked for the hunger games.

"What about you Librae", Ember asks.

"She's good at healing", I say. Considering we work at a butcher shop, we get a lot of injuries and Librae usually tends to them if mom isn't there.

"Any weapons", Cyrus asks.

"She has me and that's enough", I blurt out.

"And what happens if you get killed and she has to defend herself?"

"He's right", Ember says, "when your training you can learn how to use a weapon."Librae gives her a slight nod nods. "Well time for bed", Hectra cheers, "You both have a big day tomorrow."

I get up and go to my room. I don't bother of changing my clothes. I lay down on the bed. Be never felt anything so soft in my life. It's nothing like home. Despite of all the luxuries, I would wish myself home in a heartbeat. To be safe and sound in the comforts of my friends and family.
I feel a tear fall on my face. I haven't cried this whole time. More and more pour out like a rain storm. I reach out and grab my pillow before I start sobbing. No one can know I'm weak. No one can know that I want to win. That I don't want to die.