Reliving Choas

Chapter Four

Grey light shimmered through the window as someone rapped on my door.

Tiffie called through the door, "Up, up, up! It's going to be a big, big day!" I groaned and silently rolled over to look at the door. Outside it I could hear her heels click against the wood of the hall. Groggily I sat up and climbed out of bed. We couldn't be that far from the Capitol by now. Especially on a train that goes 100 miles per hour or so.

I blinked my eyes a few times to try to wake up but ended up stumbling into the bathroom. I pulled off my clothes and got into the shower. I saw a lot of buttons and pushed a few, making the water soften into a mist. I then pushed another button and made a creamy shampoo go into my hair. I scrubbed it out and hardened the water slightly. Then I started to make it cooler, so than I could wake up faster. Soon the water was icy and my breath kept getting stuck in my chest. That when I decided to warm it back up. Once I was done, I walked out and stood on a strange vent that blow dried me off. I reached a hand out and set it on a box that dried, untangled, and parted my hair in less than a minute. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked into my room, finding a fresh pair of clothes. The shirt was a silver-ish blue that caught the light. I then turned and walked out barefoot, slipping down the hall into the kitchen. Mom, Dad, Tiffie, Trigger, and Prim were all sitting there when I walked in. A table was filled with food at the side and I walked over to it, filling up a plate with rolls, eggs, ham, and piles of fried potatoes. I set that on the table and went back to fill a glass full of orange juice.

As I sat down I watched Prim drink a chocolate liquid from her cup.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Hot chocolate," she replied. I nodded and started to eat. Trigger kept shooting me glances and I ended up glaring at him. Prim raised an eye brow at me when I started to glare. Then I glared at her too. When the others came in, Trigger and I were having a kind of glaring contest. Angel sat next to me and elbowed me to try and get me to stop, but then I shot her a glare, turning my eyes back to Trigger.

"I think somebody isn't going to be allies with each other," Tiffie trilled. Trigger shot a glare at her and then for the rest of the meal, before he got up and walked away, we glared at each other in silence, only hearing the others and ourselves eat. After he left, Rafe stroked up a conversation with Shimmer. I rolled my eyes and finished my food, leaning back against my chair.

After a moment Aula said, "So, you are supposed to give us advice." Mom nodded.

"Stay alive. Find water and try not to get killed to fast," Dad said, remarkably sounding mean. Aula glanced away and shut up.

"Is that all you're going to say, Peeta?" Shimmer asked. He looked at her.

"Well there isn't really anything to say until we know what you are good at," Mom said for him.

"What about our Stylists?" Angel chided.

"When we get there in a few minutes, they will take care of you. They will do stuff you won't like but no matter what it is, don't resist," said Dad. The others nodded and Mom and Dad stood up and walk out of the room. Tiffie followed them a moment later. The train went dark after the door stopped swinging back and forth and I realized that we had entered the tunnel that goes into the Capitol. Everyone stood up and ran toward any window, pressing their faces against the glass. The train started to slow down and a sudden bright light flooded the compartment. The cameras haven't lied about the grandeur of the Capitol. If anything they haven't even captured it all. The people on the streets or in cars waiting for the train to pass started to point at us and smile, chatting away. I wished I could hear what they were saying, but the thick glass refused to allow it. Suddenly I stepped back, knowing that they couldn't wait for us to die. It made me horrified and unable to keep down my breakfast. I rushed into my room, the bathroom and right as I opened the lid on the toilet, vomited every ounce of food and orange juice. When I was done whipping the vomit off of my face I walked out of my room and back down the hall. Prim was waiting for me quietly as I walked. When I reached her we walked off of the now standing still train.