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GonerOh great. Another Monday morning. Another day of having to listen to my mother bark orders at me in the bakery. Another day of spending all of my time baking bread. Another day- wait a second. I jump out of my bed and throw my fists in the air.
I can't believe I forgot! I can't believe it's finally here! At long last, the day I've been looking forward to since I've heard of it has come! It's my first day of school! I will no longer be stuck here alone with my parents!
I run over to my dresser and rifle through my drawers of clothes looking for my favorite pair of pants and shirt: jeans shorts and an orange shirt. I've been keeping this outfit hidden away so I couldn't wear it and then dirty it up with flour or other stuff in the bakery. Then I throw open my door and run down the hallway to the staircase, but end up running into my mother.
"Peeta!" she snarls, "Why are you running?!"
I snap back without thinking, "I'm trying to hurry up for my first day of school!" But I realize my mist
Quarter QuellMy metal plate gives a jerk and begins to move slowly up the tube. No turning back now. I can either go along with the plan the rebels created, or die in here. Though the latter would be so much more peaceful on my part, I have to make it out. For her. I have to see her again.
I straighten my posture and stance, ball my hands into fists, and hold my chin up. I am going to make it out of this arena. I am going to be a rebel. I am going to help defeat the Capitol.
I'm finally out of the dark tube and I look around at my surrondings. Just as I was told. There's water everywhere. All around the other victors, who may or may not know how to swim. Mostly not. But that what these ridiculous bright purple belts are for.
I look for my charges and see them equidistant from me. Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay, is several plates to the right. Peeta Mellark, her boy toy, is about the same amount away, but to the left. She looks alittle shaken, probably never having an oppurtunity to swim in her li
Dream Come True...?There she is. Just a few yards away from me on this stage. Standing there, beautiful in a glowing yellow dress. Clean. Alive. Healed. Hardly recognizable compared to days ago. And all mine.
But most importantly, out of that damned arena.
She's stunned by the flashing lights and booming crowds for a moment, but the smile is clear on her face when she sees me. It makes my heart soar. I can't stop smiling at the sight of Katniss smiling at me.
She takes a few steps, jumps into my arms and clings to me. I stagger back, still not use to my prosthetic leg. I need to find a way to tell her about that without frightening her. Without the cane they gave, we both would have gone tumbling to the ground. But as long as she's in my arms, I could care less.
This is unbelievable. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this happening. That's a lie. I did dream this could happen, but I always knew it wouldn't. That's what I told myself. Until she found me half dead in the mud and nursed me back to he
Losing the MockingjayLast night she didn't come to me. She went to him. Not me.
She passes right by my family and I and went straight for the Capitol's sex god for comfort. He gave her his rope he's been playing with and they just sat there, her tying knots, him watching, while I just stared from afar, crushed she hadn't sought me out.
I'll never compete with anyone that's been in the Games. I'll never understand their bond because I really, truly don't understand. There's a huge difference between watching them on a television screen and experiencing it. Being in that dumb arena changes you. And anyone who survives that horror is connected automatically. I cannot compete with that! Never!
The only time I ever get her attention is when I'm hurt. I tested out that theory a few days ago. Though the tears that came out of it weren't fake. I have never let myself do that in front of her. I've always tried to remain strong, but it's so hard lately.
I'm torn between wishing I would have volunteered and th
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