I stepped into the car. Next to me was the District 2 escort Sharee. She was babbling on and on about the wonderful opportunity we were receiving by participating in the Hunger Games. I didn't really pay attention to anything she was saying mainly because her unnaturally orange curls were bouncing up and down as she babbled on. It was quite distracting. However, the main reason I was not paying attention to her rant was the fact that I was interested in my other tribute, Arya. Her brown hair gleamed in the low light of the dingy car and her eyes sent a very ruthless glare. It wasn't threatening towards me, but it definitely showed me that she meant business in the games. I liked that. If I was going to pair off with my district partner I was thankful to have a ruthless cutthroat like her. A sniveling brat would get me no where. Of course if it came down to us two at the end I would have no issue tearing her throat out, but in the mean I ignored that fact and saw her as a valuable asset.
We arrived at the train station and were rushed into the silvery, gleaming bullet of a train. Reporters and screaming District Twoers were attempting to grab us and get our attention. Thankfully the Peacekeepers were able to keep us in line. I hated people like that. Screaming and desperate for attention. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. The inside of the train was a lush, red paradise. Large scarlet, crimson, velvet chairs scattered the room along with a large table made of some dark wood. It was impressive, but I really have no interest in things like interior decor. Not sure  how it affects me at all. Sharee sat us down in the sitting area and told us to wait for our mentor to arrive.
 The silence was awkward. I mean I really do not care about talking with people, but the awkward could have been cut with a knife. I just looked out the window. The window showed the changing landscape from the quarries of Two to the wilderness of the borderlands of the capitol. As I considered talking to Arya, Sharee and our mentor entered. He was Tiberius. He was bronzed, muscular, and the prime example of the perfect District 2 victor. I wanted to be him. The only person I ever idolized. He shook both of our hands and said,
"Looks like we might have another winner"
Arya and I glanced at each other. Who was he talking about?
