And once we reach the city, my stylist will dictate my look for the opening ceremonies tonight anyway. I just hope I get one who doesn't think nudity is the last word in fashion.
I have been keeping track of the boy with the bread.
Just remember, stealing's punishable by death
Somehow it always comes back to coal at school.
You come here to finish me off, sweetheart?
But just the fact that he was sparkling leads me to doubt everything that happened.
I want to show them that they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.
Myself? That's no good, either.
The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.
Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.
I'm relieved Peeta's alive. I tell myself again that if I get killed, his winnings will benefit my mother and Prim the most. This is what I tell myself to explain the conflicting emotions that arise when I think of Peeta. The gratitude that he game an edge by professing his love for me in the interview. The anger at his superiority on the roof. The dread that we may come face-to-face at any moment in this arena.
People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.
We will not just be another piece in their games
And she's very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her
I just... I just miss him. And hate being so alone. Does he miss me? He must
Katniss, the girl who was on fire!
Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.
You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope.
But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece o time we call today.
I wish I could think of a way to show them that they don't own me. If I'm going to die, I still want to be me.
Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents. The way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. The way my mother's face would light up at the sound of his boots at the door. The way she almost stopped living when he died.
The only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens, the subtle shift of the moon. So Peeta begins pointing it out to me, insisting I acknowledge its progress and sometimes, for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again.
He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.
Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since he's right, we are supposed to be madly in love.
Pity does not get you aid. Admiration at your refusal to give in does.
We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.
And some small gnarled place inside me hated her for her weakness, for her neglect, for the months she had put us through. I had taken a step back from my mother, put up a wall to protect myself from needing her, and nothing was ever the same between us again.
I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.
Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.
Something keeps me moving forward, though. A lifetime of watching the Hunger Games lets me know that certain areas of the arena are rigged for certain attacks. And that if I can just get away from this section, I might be able to move out of reach of the launchers. I might also then fall straight into a pit of vipers, but I can't worry about that now.
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