On the train, conversation began to pick up. We all head to our seperate part of the train to meet our trainer and to see our partner. We are in the middle of the train. I step on, and watch as my life speeds away when the train leaves the stage, and my home.
"Hello Quinta," greets Effie. "I am walking around the train to show everyone to their places. Meet our very own Thayde. He is your tutour and will help you with advise. Well, see you at dinner!" With that, she was gone.
"You aren't, Quinta are you?" he asks skeptically.
"No, my name is Evangeline. I am from district 12," I say, praying he will belive me.
"Well Evangeline, I do belive you. I will let the staff know. However, there is nothing we can do. You have to compete. Sorry, honey," he speaks.
With those few words, my hope fleds out through my body. I am competing in the Hunger Games, and there is nothing I can do.
"You are odd," says Rory Gemson. "I've never seen such a plain bird."
"I'm not a bird," I say angrily.
"That's sure true. Where are your feathers?"
"I don't wear feathers."
"No feathers? That's crazy!"
I look away, and Rory loses intrest in this bird he thinks I am. I remember the last words Effie said and the Reaping. They echoed through my head. 'Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor.'
