My tired and achy body feels numb beneath me. The gentle gliding motion of the train rocks me back and forth like the ocean carrying its waves to the shore. Except waves aren't being carried towards what will most likely be their deaths.

Jay, Tabbie, and Maggie, my mentor-everybody calls her Mags-, all ate in the dining lều, cabin ages ago, but I requested bữa tối, bữa ăn tối alone in my room. I need time to think and plan strategy. My bữa tối, bữa ăn tối lies cold and untouched on hàng đầu, đầu trang of my dresser, the only other piece of furniture in my dismal little train lều, cabin besides my bed. I only have about seven days to prepare my strategy, and possibly even to live, and the only thing I can think of is how confident chim giẻ cùi, jay looked when he ascended the platform and sat tiếp theo to me.

I'll have to kill him. I will have to kill. Throwing a dao, con dao and stabbing a target is different thin than killing a human being. I'm worried that I will be incapable of murder when I'm in the arena. In frustration, I grab the dao, con dao off my bữa tối, bữa ăn tối tray and hurl it at the light socket with all my might. It lands squarely in one of the little plug-holes. All of the sudden the lights flicker, and go out. Crap, blew a fuse. Tabbie'll be FURIOUS. As if on cue, there's a loud and capitol-esque voice piped through the intercom system. "ARIELLE. GET UP TO THE DINING CAR. NOW." I assumed that they had security cameras here, but I never knew that Tabbie had access to stalking me. Ugh. Capitol people.

I don't move. I don't owe the Capitol anything. They're going to use my death to satisfy their sadistic bloodlust, and even if I live, I'll be what? A broken shell of a human being. Even if being to Tabbie is my last act of defiance before I go into the Arena, where I'll have to be a total suck up in order to get the nhà tài trợ I need to win.

She flings my room door open, her màu hồng, hồng hair standing on end and her eyebrows knitted together in a freakishly màu hồng, hồng knot over her eyes.

"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?"

Obviously, bạn already know. Stalker.

"I was frustrated. I threw a dao, con dao at the wall. Blew a fuse."

"WHY-" "Just leave me alone."

She utters something halfway between a sigh and a grunt, and leaves me alone to sulk.

-----END OF CHAPTER 3-----

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***I'M REALLY SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE I HAD FINALS TO STUDY FOR***