The bed of this train is like sleeping on a warm, fluffy, cloud, and I personally don't want to get of. My feet feel like they are bitten by cold air, as I stand up. I couldn't been bothered to change so I put on gown I found hanging up, over the short pjs they gave me. How do people even survive in this light cloths, I'm frozen.
The breakfast is overwhelming. Just seeing the food on the table makes me feel full. The mountain of food is intimidating. It feels like it might eat me instead. "I know it's not a lot but it will have to do." exclaims Effie, eating this weird blue jam.
I pick up a piece of fruit and the orange coloured juice, I'm presuming it is made with orange. We would be lucky to even receive a berry in District 12.
"And I told them, 'I wanted berry red, not burnt red'!" Laughs Effie, whilst I'm here with my fake laugh. The clock chimes ten. "Umm... as interesting as this is I have to go." I rush out, leaving Effie tut behind my back.
It takes me about 5 minutes to sprint to the back of the train. My bare legs ache when I reach there. Peeta stands there, hands in his pockets. "I taught you weren't going to come." He says. I fell to shy to reply, so I simply sit on the cushioned couch. He sits next to me, one of his legs on his knee.
"As you know, Katniss and I were the last in the arena. But on the last day, she gave me a note. She told me the give it to you, on your way to the Capitol. That was the last time I saw her. I know it's a bit creepy, but here." He says, handing me the folded note. I was baffled, almost unsure if this was reality.
He stood up and walked to the doorway. "What happened to her?" I ask, finally finding the courage to speak. He stands at the doorway. "You know. The screen went blank for a few minutes and all I saw then was her face in the sky." He frowns. I force myself to look down at my lap. "If I could, I would tell you." He says, as the automatic doors shut behind him.
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The Hunger Games Fanfic!
FanfictionWhat if everything went down hill for Katniss in the games? The 75th Annual Hunger Games is here and Prim is worried. This fanfic is in Prim's P.O.V. I did make up some characters but most of them are not my own. I did make this up myself so just e...