Opposites || Morning on the Train
I wake in the morning with little sleep and different arena settings still imprinted into my brain. The remote slides around on the floor every so often from the train's pull and drag force on it's way to the Capitol. Soon my District Partner and I would arrive in the Capitol along with the farther distanced Districts before being dragged by our prep team. Paradise, I shudder, flipping off the television before stepping out into the main cart of the train.
Camelia and Leonard sat up straight in their chairs at the polished wooden table, sitting in silence while jamming their toast. I slide into one of the chairs across from Camelia with my hands folded in front of me as I examined the slight emotions on her face, she looked aggravated or annoying by the presence of the human race.
"Do you smell something odd, Ms.Camelia? Your face is all scrunched up like you're by a dumpster."