User blog:Bittersweettragedy/chapter 3:

I wake up gasping for air. "Is everthing OK?" the boy tribute asked. I nodded my head and ran to the dining room. I stuffed my mouth, much to my escort's horror and left. The mentor, what's his name.... Reubon, followed me.

"You have a lot to learn, girl!" He yelled. "Calm down!" the escort yelled. "Do not mind our escort!" he yelled a little too loudly. "You win! HA! YOU ARE NOT FUNNY,PETRA!!!!!" he hissed angerly. "NOBODY WINS THE HUNGER GAMES! YOU GET TORTURED BY THE CAPITOL IF YOU WIN! YOU RATHER DIE! Die I tell you!" Our mentor had some... anger problems.

"You need to perform your best for the Capitol, you want...sponsers!" Our escort made a little rainbow with her hands as if it was the key to everything. Me and the boy tribute, Sacrem, nodded. We had to be dazzeling. Sizzling, ELECTRFYING, BEAUTIFUL. I don't even call myself pretty, I have scars everywhere, from wire malfunctions to cutting my arms.

"Here we are!" our escort sighed. This place is so weird. All the vomit colors mixed with blacks make me think about how stupid I'll look in the parades. Roses, Snow Covered Headpeices, everything was garish and ugly.

The train stopped all of a sudden. We waved at all the screaming Capitol citizens for autograghs and pictures. We have the glory now, not the past tributes. It is so scary how they are excited about seeing us die.

How on earth can these wicked people be excited? I touched my necklace and wished I was home. I opened my eyes... still here.