The Famine Games

Chapter 3

After the long train ride, they finally arrived in Ottawa. All of the tributes and Erica stepped off the bus, and into the official tribute residence. It wasn't nearly as nice as Katniss and Peeta's, but it was still gorgeous. The entire bottom floor was made of out glass, even glass elevators and glass furniture in the lobby. Grace and her friends rode the crystal clear elevator up to the third floor, which is where the rooms are. The floor was a deep contrast to the lobby, it had soft navy black carpet and blood red walls. Quite relevant, to the situation they were in.

Grace opened the first door that she found, to reveal a bedroom. 4 large beds with cream covers lined the walls. A crystal clean bathroom was on her right, and a large closet was on her left, not that they would need it anyways. They weren't allowed to bring anything but their one personal item.

The door burst open. With an exasperated sigh, Grace turned her back from the door, because she didn't want to see Liam and Blair for a while. As nice and flattering as they are, they can be incredibly clingy.

"I'm sorry guys, but can you go away? I need some space, I'm tired."

"Grace? It's Lucy, Jennifer, Lauren and Sparsh."

Her friends entered the room, their arms filled with junk food. Grace started to giggle, which turned into full on laughter. This is exactly what they did whenever any She closed the door, and she and her friends dug into their sugar-filled treats. They watched movies on the big 32-inch tv screen, and talked about the stupid things that happened on the bus. Like when Liam and Eagle got locked inside of the bathroom together, or when Sabrina kicked Xander in the head by "accident".

Something suddenly struck Grace. This might be the last time this would happen. It's the last time she would laugh with her favourite people in the entire world, get sugar highs and watch stupid romantic comedies.

Early in the morning, Grace and her friends bid each other good night. They had pushed together the beds, and all fell asleep curled up next to each other.

5 hours later, the five of them woke up and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Everyone else had already arrived, and some were already finished. James, Noah, Xander and Yusuf were throwing orange peels at each other. Liam and Blair looked restless, as they were standing up and searching the crowd like hawks, looking for Grace. Saving her a seat, Grace presumed. Grace and the others picked out what they wanted to eat from the buffet, and then sat down at the table that Liam and Blair already occupied.

"Morning Grace," Blair said, a smirk on his face. Grace rolled her eyes and ignored him, but she secretly loved having the attention from them.

"Hey Grace, you look beautiful this morning. Actually, you look beautiful every morning. That must be why I can't think straight when I see you. Blair can, which is why he can always beat me in running and stuff. But that's because he doesn't appreciate your beauty enough-"

"Yes I do! Her beauty is all I think about. Wait, that came out wrong.."

Grace laughed, and turned her attention back to her friends. Lauren was biting into her cinnamon apple oatmeal, and Sparshita was devouring a piece of banana bread. Liam and Blair were still fighting over her, as per usual. "

This has to get old some day," Grace thought.

Just as Grace finished all of her food, Ms. Pflug entered the room.

"Okay, tributes. Today is when you will be interviewed in front of the entire nation to determine the amount of sponsors you have. Sponsors are part of the reason why you might survive this game. They provide you with much needed food, water, supplies, and weapons. After my announcement, you must go and report to the room that I have assigned you to. The list is on the board to my right. This is to prepare you for your big night, and to make sure you do as well as possible."

Grace followed the group of tributes to the board, and tracked down her name.

"Grace Harding, room 217."

She had a good idea of what was about to happen; she did read the books, after all. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to walk over to the elevator to go to the room. She was not excited to have a team of people swarming her, pulling at her hair, coating her face in makeup products, buffing her skin until she was as shiny as the bathtub in her room. But, she went anyways.