The 73rd Annual Hunger Games

Chapter 4- Nightmares and Skills

The Training Center has an entire floor for each district, and an elevator to take you there. Once you get into the elevator, you press the button corresponding to your district number. We stepped inside the glass elevator, and Cherry pressed the "4" button for us. The elevator shot upwards, but the ride ended quickly because our district is only 4 floors up. I felt a little sick, and by the look on Kyle and Finnick's faces, they did too.

We got up to the floor, and I shakily step out. "What's my room number?" I ask Finnick about where I'll be sleeping.

"You're in room number.... 4. Kyle, you're in 2." He said, referring to his manual.

I nodded in assent and started following the numbers on the doors to number 4. Once I got there, I opened the door and marveled. There was an enormous bathroom, with a shower and a separate bathtub. There was a food bar, where you say whatever kind of food you want, and it's delivered hot and steamy in seconds. The bed had a remote control panel to set your preferences to your precise comfort. There was a closet with a remote control to choose clothes. An the best part- there was a fishtank in the corner, stretching about 5 feet across the wall. There were shell and trident decorations on the walls. I noticed how the baby blue walls had discreet bubbles on them, and how the wood floor had blue gilt sanded into it. They really thought of everything that District 4 needs. That last sentence, of course, was sarcastic. The room's great and all, but District 4 is more than just little baby fishes, bubbles, glitter, and plastic tridents.

I rolled my eyes, and walked into the bathroom. I took off my fancy dress and folded it on the bathroom sink, then stepped into the shower. There was many different buttons to press, adjusting to your preferences for the shower. I pressed buttons at random: "Warm," "spray," "lemon," and "terminal."

The shower adjusted, and I was misted with warm water. Then, the flow of mist became stronger and flurried around me like a tornado. Then, it stopped, and plopped an excessive amount of lemony soap and foam over my head, nearly coating my body. Then, the sprayers shot jets of water in a circular motion around my body. When the soap was finally off, I was engulfed in the misty tornado until I was completely scoured. Then, I hit "air dry," and hair-dryer type fans flipped out of the shower wall, and blew warm air at me until I was dry, and my hair fell in a curtain on my back. I wrapped myself in a towel, and realized that my shark tooth necklace survived the torrent. I walked to the closet, and pressed a couple of random buttons.

I ended up wearing black distressed pants, and some flows white long shirt. I put my shark necklace back on, and fishtail braided my light brown hair to the side. I slipped on leather ankle boots indifferently. I plopped down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling, contemplating how hard it'd be to drown myself in the bathtub when I heard Cherry's knock on the door.

"Dinnertime!" She said cheerily. I heard her heels clacking down the hall, and I finally exited the door. I walked down the hall, and found myself in an enormous room at the end of the corridor. The room had a big glass chandelier over a large round table. There was about 200 different dishes set out on the table, all for us. I saw Cherry and Finnick choking down food at the table, chortling something about chestnut-bark soup.

I sat down. "Finally, you've decided to wear something stylish." Cherry said happily. "An improvement."

I gave her a weird look. "I just pressed random buttons on the remote."

"Well, you should do it more often. It suits you." She smiled.

"Thank you, Cherry. Where's Kyle?" I asked, not really caring, but feeling obligated to ask.

"Oh, he's in his room, being a bummer. Doesn't want to enjoy the festivities. Ooh! Here comes our cake now!"

I looked at the kitchen door. A couple of light-haired chefs dressed in white carried out a cake with blue waves in the frosting, and tiny boats. I even saw a detail of a little man with a trident, stabbing a fish. Somehow, he looked familiar. I laughed inwardly.