The Capitol Games

Chapter 3: Breakfast

All too fast, the three training days approached. I couldn't sleep at night, and barely eat. I forced myself to go through the motions because I needed to be well rested and strong. If I went in there hungry and tired, there was no way I was coming out alive.
The morning of the first training day was horrible. My hands were shaking so bad, I had trouble putting on my clothes. I finally managed to get them on, and, upon looking in the mirror, I saw a girl whom I didn't know.
Dull brown eyes ringed with bags. A skinny, frail body. Lifeless hair messily pulled back into a ponytail. This girl wasn't me. This girl wouldn't stand a chance in the arena.
I looked away from the mirror, bending down to tie my shoes, then heading down to breakfast.
My eyes widened at the sight of all the food. They might force you to fight to the death in an arena, but they sure don't skimp on the food.
Biscuits, bacon, sausages, soups, eggs, they had everything. I shouldn't have been surprised since I've lived in the Capitol all my life, but my stomach growled at all the mouthwatering food carefully placed on silver platters.
I quickly walked over to the food, grabbed a plate, and piled it with biscuits, sausage, and soup. I don't know how I went those few days eating only a sliver of all this amazing food.
I ate the entire plate of food, but I still felt hungry. I refused to let myself eat anymore, for fear of throwing up later in front of everyone. That would be a nightmare, and that's saying a lot considering I'm living one.
As I waited for the others to finish their plates, I couldn't help but glance every so often at the food, my stomach full but wanting more. I felt my mouth watering, but I forced myself to look away, instead focusing on Dart.
Dart lived in the same building as me, but I hardly knew him. I had heard he was big trouble if you got on his bad side, so I mostly avoided him when I could. I had learned a few things about him though. He was trouble. He's broken someone's ribs because they looked at him. He takes pleasure in death. All these things I had learned from my parents.
My parents. I wish they were here. I wish they could just wake me from this nightmare and tell me it was all just a bad dream. That I was safe. That I didn't have to kill my friends and classmates. But they're dead, and they can never comfort me again. I wish now, that I would've accepted all those hugs I turned down. All those goodnight kisses and bedtime stories.
I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt the first one drop to my empty plate. I couldn't let them see me like this, they would think I'm weak. I stood up quickly, causing my chair to overturn. A loud noise echoed throughout the spacious room as the back of the chair hit the floor, the sounds of tennis shoes slapping the ground following.
I ran to a bathroom, shutting the door behind me and locking it. I felt my back slide down the wall, and, since no one was watching, I cried.