The Hunger Games (MCR Fanfic)

Chapter 8

 Word Count: 3,210

Started: August 15th, 2016                                Finished: November 16th, 2016

     I get probably the rudest awakening ever. "Gerard! Gerard wake up! You have a big, big, big day ahead of you!" Melanie screams in the shrillest voice possible. I pull the silky comforter over my head & groan. "Five more minutes," I yawn. Melanie opens the curtains, rips off my blankets, and stands at the end of my bed, hands on her hips. "You have five minutes to get ready, Gerard. We're on a tight schedule, you know," she says. I sit up & rub my eyes. "How did you even get in here?" I ask groggily. "I have your room key!" She replies in a sing-song tone as she practically skips out of my room.

     I don't want to leave my bed, it's too comfortable. The pillows are as soft as clouds & just last night I found out that there's buttons that control the temperature of the blankets & tiny massagers that's built into the mattress. Capitol beds are so much better than the beds back in 12. Come to think of it, everything is better in the Capitol than 12. That doesn't mean district 12 doesn't have it's charm though.

     The last thing I want to do is annoy Melanie & have her give me a lecture on how punctuality is important & how rude it is to be 10 seconds late for something, so I get dressed. I grab a simple pair of pants & a shirt, run a hand through my hair, and walk down to the dining room to meet everybody only to find they aren't there.

     "There you are! I've been looking for you! Why on earth would you think we'd be eating in this dining room?" Melanie scolds. "You never told me we weren't going to be in here," I responded. Melanie sighs. "Can't trust Brendon with even the simplest tasks," She muttered under her breath.

     We meet up with Katniss & Brendon in the elevator who look unbelievably tired & aggravated, especially Brendon who is obviously hungover. He's not hungover like he was on the morning after we were drinking on the train, he's got dark circles under his eyes, reeks of body odor & whiskey, has a splitting headache, & looks a little green too.

     We're taken down to a dining hall on the first floor that looks similar to the room Cinna & I ate lunch in. Melanie's wide, toothy smile fades when she notices there's another district in there before us. I recognize them, it's the one where the two tributes are siblings. 8 I believe. A woman with magenta curls who must be the tributes' escort turns to Melanie & smirks.

"Melanie."

"Martha."

     Melanie turns to the three of us. "I don't like her," she remarks. "We can tell," Katniss replies.

There's a plethora of items to choose from at the breakfast buffet. Eggs, bacon, sausage, ham. pancakes, French toast, & omelettes made to order. Every variation of milk there is, sugary cereals, toast with thousands of different spreads, flaky pastries, thick, frothy hot chocolate, & delectable, bitter coffee.

I grabbed as many breakfast pastries as I could & a large mug that I filled to the brim with coffee & vanilla cream & went back to the table where my district was sitting. Once I got there Melanie was already blabbing on & on about today's schedule (which was only to go to the training center &, obviously, train) & Brendon was already hitting the bottle. Nothing out of the ordinary here. I began dunking the glazed, jelly-filled pastries in my coffee & stuffing them in my mouth as fast as I could because knowing Melanie, she's probably going to cut us short because she wants us to be the first ones in the training center or something stupid like that.