District 8 Train

Rosalee was still in her bright pink reaping dress, sewn from one of her family's factories. Her chocolate eyes glistened with fear and yet she tried to look happy. She had smiled for the cameras pressed to her face, because that was happy Rose. She could fake it for the cameras. That was easy. Her brown locks of hair were now braided down the side of her face, because the 12 year old had needed something to do with she was getting ready for the train ride.

Rosalee wasn't expecting what awaited her in the train. The floors were a shiny silver, and everything was either metal or a comfy fabric. She quickly sat down in the dinner chair, straightening her back. She wondered where the young mentor was, Mitchell Pearce. She knew that he had won the games once upon a time, but she wondered if he could really help her. The girl also wondered where the other tribute was, and if he was as nervous as she was.

Fiddling with her hair once more, she looked around. Food sat on silver platters, mocking Rose. She always got food at home, but these cakes and cookies looked like they could only be from the Capital. "Hello? Mitchell? she called into the empty car. It seemed like she was alone for now, but Rose really wanted someone to talk to other than herself.

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