The First Meal (Open to all)

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Food!!!

I have been in the Training Center all day and haven't eaten a famous Capitol meal! I walk from the plants station and across the hall, into a janitors closet? Oops. I get out and walk down the hall and find a girl sitting alone at the table. She is sipping soup.

I still need an ally, and I recognize this girl from the Reaping, Emma Jennings her name is.

I walk up, and grab a plate. And a bowl. And a glass.

I put a steak on the plate, along with potatoes, and a sauce for the steak called Basil Butter. Yum! I then see some things that I don't know the name of, like a brown liquid drink that is labeled "Hot chocolate".

I take a glass of the stuff, and drink it all down before I even get to the table. I have very high metabolism, I won't gain weight from that.

Emma.

She sits there, perfectly just sipping her soup eating.

"Hi! Um, you are Emma, aren't you? Well I think I saw you once before today. I am so glad to meet you, I am Hermione Easteallas. Yea, weird name right?"

I say to her. She smiles, I think, and so do I. The entire table is empty, but I sit right next to her. I already like her. I bet she would make a good ally.

I set my little plate down and scoop up the food very politely as my mother taught me.

My mother.

I wonder what my family is doing now.

Not moping.

They don't care if I die. But I sorta do.

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Emma Jenning-
I know I'm getting to deep in. Especially when Timothy gets that smile. The same smile I've worn many times. The smile of someone who is in to deep. Like I am now. I close my eyes tightly and open them again. I probably wouldn't call him Tim even if he wanted to be called that, and he's throwing that into the smile too. I smile back, but real. So many people are the same. Like me. They know real pain, they only trust themselves without real show of devotion by someone else. Anthony had shown it. Artemisa had shown it. I had just gotten real friends then the Games happened. And then, in my depressed mood, I had refused volunteers. And now I'm stuck here.

When he finally changed his smile, I was relieved. "A pleasure to meet you, Emma." Only one reply I can give. In this place, this time, only one. Normally I would give a different one, like, 'if only it was mutual.' But here, now, only one.

"A pleasure to meet you Timothy. I'm sorry of implying anything. I did it on purpose, but I'm not used to... this. I'm still adapting. As is everyone I believe."

Then Anthony translates exactly what I mean. I sigh. I can never say what I really mean. I always add a cruel twist that blocks it out. The carpet starts looking astonishingly like blood again, and the way one of the other Tributes uses his fork to eat is... menacing. I start biting my lip again to focus. The reason? I remember what my dad once said. 'Always focus on who you are talking to. Your point will come across not with words, but with gestures, with actions.'

Odd that as I slowly go insane the lessons that come back to me are my dads. The diplomat. The one who basically abandoned his daughter to his wife while he rose his own reputation. All while still 'loving' them both. I had learned. He didn't really love me. He just said that to make himself look like a family man. To make people like him. If he had been a Capitolite, he would probably run for president. And he had watched me go to hell from the lair of the snake. Because of this, I now know. The Capitol is full of $%@!(Censored by me!) My brother had been right. The Capitol is wrong.

"Thank you so much Anthony." I say with great emphasis. He has saved me from a target on my head most likely. "I can never get my point across without adding some hurtful remark." I comment, almost to myself.