District 11||Train||Sam
Sam was ushered into the train and took a seat immediately. He hung his head, messy brown hair covering parts of his face. He closed his eyes and let out a small sigh. Having not talked much, he realized just about how many people would miss him if he died. Not a lot... He thought to himself. He began to count them off his fingers. Mom, dad, Roslyn, Dianna, Bobby, Tony, Drake, Suke, Franko. All of those people except Drake, Suke, and Franko were his siblings, besides his parents of course. All of his siblings were younger than him, and with his father sick and mother working all day, he was the food supply. What would they do without him? It's not like he could send them gifts that he received in the arena. With him, gone, Sam worried the family wouldn't survive. What will happen to all of us after I'm gone? I can't bare to have my family watch my death.. especially if it's at the Conrucopia, which it probably will be. A few moments later, Sam was called to the dinner table. On his way, he noticed a girl with brown hair. That must be the other tribute. He thought to himself. I'm in deep trouble.