I was optimistic, strangely enough. I wanted to do my best to keep my word to Beau. I’d try with all the strength, skill, and will I had in me to win these games. The whole train ride to the Capitol I kept up a chorus of positive thoughts.
The train ride was long and uneventful. Mostly my mentors and district escort ignored me, instead paying all their attention to the female from my district; Lyra. She seemed like the better of the two, and I really couldn’t blame them for overlooking me.
I felt jittery as soon as the doors slid open and the streets of the Capitol were revealed. Throngs of people gathered around the edges of the train, clamoring to get a better look at us. Lights flashed and whoops were heard as people pushed forward to get an autograph. Lyra was the one they mainly seeked attention from; leaving me mostly unbothered.
We quickly made our way to the remake center where I was ushered along with my own stylist; a silly looking man named Boku. He immediately got to work and after countless hours of poking and prodding, I was dressed in a ridiculous costume. I had on overalls and a plaid shirt; since our district mostly had harvesters I’d been made to look like a farmer. I didn’t mind really, I’d seen worse things in other past parades.
When we arrived and I tried to make my way to our chariot, I noticed another boy who appeared to be my age. He was small, shorter than me even, and he had a wide eyed look about him. It was a silly thing to make friends in these or any games, but I couldn’t help but grin at the boy when our eyes met.
Even without words, we communicated easily through gestures. We snickered at the costumes and frowned at the careers. When the bell chimed and the tributes began to board their chariots, I gave him a nod and then climbed aboard my own ride.
The crowds applauded for the careers mostly, which wasn’t a surprise. I stood and gingerly waved, I doubted anyone out there would actually want to sponsor me, but it didn’t hurt to try. Once the show was over, we were led back to our floor. As I felt myself drift into sleep, I couldn’t help but feel at ease. The boy I’d seen had seemed nice, maybe he’d be a possible friend.
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