Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won’t seem sincere if I’m trying to slit his throat.
Winning the Games will make you famous, losing will mean death.
I’m not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.
I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I’m even having a heart attack, but it doesn’t seem worth mentioning.
They’re a little strange, but I’m pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay.
I’ll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.
Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don’t care. I’m sick of people lying to me for my own good.
No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.
I know he was desperate. That makes people do all kinds of crazy things.
I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.
You’ve got to go through it to get to the end of it.
Besides, it’s the first gift that’s always the hardest to pay back. I wouldn’t even have been here to do it if you hadn’t helped me then.
I do think you’re mad and I’ll still go with you.
If I get home, I’ll be so stinking rich, I’ll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.
I’m almost there, almost to the barricade, when I thinks she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that’s when the rest of the parachutes go off.
I don’t want to cry. Everyone will make note of my tears and I’ll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.
Yes, it’s your fault I’m alive.
Let the Hunger Games Begin!
She’s Prim’s size in diameter.