I’d love train travel if it wasn’t for me going to my death. || Train ride
I probably felt asleep after my parents left, because I can’t remember what I did between their departure and the moment a peacekeeper knocked on the door, telling me to get out and follow them, which I did calmly. I did not saw Jarel anywhere, which made me believe we would be taken to the train station separately. The ride to the train station was short and I did not recognize any of the faces that were looking at our vehicle. My family was probably already home, trying to comfort each other. Â
As I stepped on the train, that tall lady I saw earlier on stage came to great me. Evidently, I did not really felt like talking to the lady who had picked my name out of the thousands there were in the box. I decided to smile to her cordially, but not to talk to her for now. For what I picked of our “conversation” her name was Adriana Haidee and she was “soooooo pleased to me meeeee!”. Already, that annoyed me. She then added that we would meet our mentor later as they wanted me and Jarel to calm down a little bit and she indicated me where our room were. Without saying thank you, I entered my room, told her to tell Jarel where I was and closed the door on her face. I knew it was not her false if I was there, but I wanted to see Jarel, my parents, my friends, anyone exept all of those capitol idiots.
My room, I had to admit it, was sumptuous though. Noble woods where used for the bed and the furniture and my bed's sheets were made of satin. I walked for a minute or two in my bedroom, without doping myself on my bed, waiting for Jarel to be there.Â
