The Blue Games | Hunger Games

Chapter 4

I'm on a train. I'm on a train and I've always wanted to be. But not like this. Not for this. I laugh at my self. There's a lot of things I've always wanted to do that I'll be doing now, but I won't enjoy any of them.
I'm sitting alone in a segment of a train at a table trying not to look out the windows. I can still see the citrus trees, and no matter how hard I try not to , I'm still thinking that this'll be the last time I see those trees again. I chose to stare at my feet with the run-down sandals instead.
Asher walks in. Standing next to him is the gray-eyed woman. I relent my staring contest with my feet and look up at her.  She's pale and tall, but not taller than Asher, with a bob of mouse brown hair that falls straight down past her face. Her suit is tight and grey, although covered in dust. I can tell by the way she's standing upright and issuing her hands to try and brush off the dust that she's uncomfortable. I can't blame her. I'm not very relaxed at the moment either. Asher sits down across from me.
     "I'm Sydney Dunite, but that's Ms. Dunite to you two."
     I manage to crack a grin, she's already losing the game of first impressions.  The grey-eyed lady, or should I say Ms. Dunite continued.
     "  You two are the tributes of District Eleven."
     "As if we didn't know that already. Why do you think we're on a train? It's not like we're heading downtown for the day to get groceries!" I say. I swallow and immediately regret my decision to speak.
      Asher looks at me and raised his eyebrow. "So the canary can speak. Nice to know."
     I glare at him.
"You," Ms. Dunite said to me, " Are one of the youngest District Eleven has had in a while. What's your name?" She asked as she was writing down in a small book.
I swallow. " Blue." I say.
"No hon, I mean your real one." Ms. Dunite says, still looking down at her book.
" My name is Peregrine Kestrel, but I go by Blue." I don't like talking to Ms. Dunite, it's like talking to a stone wall.
"And you?" She says to Asher.
"I'm Asher Glen," he says, " And unlike Blue I don't really have a nickname." He leans back in his chair.
" Shouldn't you know our names already ? You are the one who called us out and picked our names." I say. I can still hear the rain pounding on the windows of the train.
     " I've been doing this job for ten years. Names come and go in the breeze. And why are you called Blue, dear?"
     "If you actually looked at us maybe instead of that stupid book you would know." I snapped.
      Ms. Dunite looked up at me, her mouth a tight line. "Finally got a lively one this year," she says " And yes, you have blue eyes, very unusual for District Eleven." She takes her book and pen and places them on the table.
     "Anyway, I expect you two to work  exceptionally hard,  since District Eleven has gone a very long time without winning." Ms. Dunite says.
     "And who'll train us? It doesn't look like you did much time in the arena." Asher interrupts .
    I forgot he was there, but at least he's asking the right questions. As much as I doubt I that I'll win, I plan on increasing my chances as much as I can.
" Good Question. But it depends on what you mean by train." A new voice said. It was deep and husky. I turned around and saw a young man , tanned with dark hair, leaning against the door frame.