The Hunger Games - Primrose Everdeen

Chapter three

After the recap of the reapings I tiredly crawl to my room and slip into my covers. It isn't until now that I realize how tired I am. So I was right. The reaping does take a lot of energy out of you. Especially when you are chosen as a tribute. 

Knocking on the door brings me out of my peaceful slumber. "Up, up, up! It's going to be a big, big, bid day!" Effie chimes from outside of my door.

Still exhausted, I climb out of bed. Today we will be arriving in the Capitol. Will it be better there? Or will it be even worse? People cheering on twenty three young childrens death... Yes, it will be worse. It has to be worse. 

Before I get yelled at again for being late I take a brief shower and put on black pants and a green and yellow short-sleeved shirt. I love the colors. Whenever I peek at the woods outside of the fence that surrounds District Twelve the sky mixes with the forest and appears like the pattern on the shirt. Home. Now I'm prepared to cry a waterfall. How do other tributes do this? Get on with the fact that they'll die quite soon. But, I don't want to die. 

Once I'm showered and dressed I leave for the dinning cart. My stomach rumbles with hunger. Even after last nights feast, I still want more. Maybe after being robbed of food as a child once I get a fair amount of food my body will begin to crave more and more. This is not good. When I reach that arena I will have to go back to starving. But then again, who says I will even make it past the Cornucopia, where all the tributes will be plucking each other off for the weapons that they - mostly the career tributes - will be dying to get their filthy, blood-stained hands on. 

I reach the dinning cart and see that only Effie is sitting there. "Well, Primrose, your timing is much better than yesterday's. Why don't you join me?" Effie asks with her high-pitched, squeaky, and frankly annoying voice.

I give her a slight smile. "Thank you, Effie. And I wanted to apoligize for showing up late for dinner last night and then forgetting my manners. I'm just so worried about my family." Partially it's a lie. Yet some of it is honesty.

"Yes. Now, sit down. Breakfeast will be served momentarily. We just have to wait for either Peeta or Haymitch to arrive. Then we may eat." Effie smiles. Her hair is the exact same as yesterday which gives me the impression that she must wear a wig. What does her real hair look like? Does she even have any actual hair?

We sit in silence until Peeta arrives at the table. "Nice for you to join us." Says Effie.

Peeta gives her a confused glance. "Am I late?"

"No, not at all. Perfectly on time, Peeta." Effie responds. She clasps her hands together. "Shall we eat now? No need to wait for Haymitch. He may just skip breakfeast all together." At the moment she stops talking Capitol servants bring us trays pilled high with food.

Nobody speaks. We just all dig into our food, although this time I remember my manners. Wouldn't want to ruin Effie's mood with my hunger and need for food, being so young and starving all of the time.

By the time we havve finished there is still no sign of Haymitch. He must have gotten so drunk yesterday that he's still passed out in some corridor somewhere. I can't really blame him. Each year he's forced to 'bond' with two young kids then see them get killed. Not even one tribute from District Twelve has made into the final eight that I have ever seen in all of my twelve years. 

"We'll be in the Capitol in just a few moments. Are you two ready to leave?" Effie wonders, almost excited to be one step closer to the Hunger Games. Peeta and I just slowly nod our heads.

Before we leave the train I want to do one last thing. Silently, I slip back to my private room, pull on a pair of socks and slide around on the bathroom floor. It's even funner the secound time. I hope that my room inside of the training center has a tiled bathroom floor just like this one. Actually, one that's even bigger. 

All of a sudden, without any warning, the light shining in from the bathroom window dispersed. My stomach flings itself into knots until I realize that we're just zooming through one of the tunnels that carve through a mountain that surrounds the Capitol. 

I rush to the cart that Peeta, Effie, and Haymitch - who is obviously hung over - are sitting in, waiting to arrive in the Capitol. Without any words, I take a seat. It's a comfy chair that I could just sink right into. I consider slouching, but that would just upset Effie. So, instead I sit up straight. 

Haymitch glares at me. "Not much of a victor, I'll say." He states rudely.

"Excuse me?" My voice trembles. No way, even if I do get sponsors which is highly unlikely, will this man send me anything that I may need to live another day, hour, or even another minute. 

"What? It's simple. You won't win." Obviously, he must be drunk. Again or still I will never know. So, I just shrug off his comment.

Peeta shakes his head. "His sister is amazing with a bow and arrows. Maybe she taught Prim something."

I can't help but laugh at that. Katniss tried to teach me once, or well, a couple of times, but I stunk. "She tried to teach me. I guess that I'm just useless. I'm really only good with things that don't involve athletics."

No one exchanges another word until we finally come to a hault. Then the only thing said, is Effie telling us to move along.

We're here. In the Capitol. Five days - if you count today - until the arena. Until my mother is left with only Katniss.

Sorry this chapter isn't very long. Once she get's in the arena the chapters will get longer. If you like it so far please vote. Comment what you think, k? Thanks for reading. Bye!