(Nova Black)
Since the moment they called my name for the Hunger Games, I felt like I was going to throw up. At least until they served the food in the train. I felt numb as photographers circled around me, like a bird catching a worm. I wanted to get as far away from them as I could, because I may have threw up right in their faces. Though, after the way they crowded me, I was starting to like the idea of puking all over them. They deserved it.
I had ten minutes to talk to my dad, but he didn't come. I told myself that he was an abusive, cruel father, and that I should have been glad he didn't come to see me, but I knew I was lying to myself.
A burly man had plucked me up from the crowd and shooed the photographers away, then placed me down as they glanced worriedly at his bulging muscles.
"Uh, thanks," I said. I glanced at this guy and he looked like a wrestler.
"I'm your mentor. Let's go," he said shortly, and the next thing I knew I was being pushed into a very fancy train. All I wanted was to be alone, but the only room that had food was also jam-packed with people. I thought about bringing my food to an empty compartment, but it would seem rude to the others. So, I chomped on a chicken leg and mashed potatoes as five people jabbered at me about the Hunger Games. I really didn't care. Like I was going to win anyway.
As I ate, I could see two girls talking to each other on a couch across from me. They were also Tributes. My stomach lurched. Don't think about that. Don't think about how they could be the ones who could be your friends, or murderers.
A shudder runs through my whole body. I close my eyes, tight. When I open them, the burly man who rescued me from the photographers is in front of me.
"And you are...?" I don't feel like talking to anyone, but this guy is giving me an expression of utmost hate. Or resentment. Its hard to tell.
"I already told you, before. I'm your mentor," he growls. At first, I think that he really hates me, but then I realize that his voice just sounds like a big growl.
"Oh, yeah," I say, frowning at him.
He smirks, and walks away. Great, first day, and my trainer already hates me for no reason at all.