"Katniss!" Peeta cried, rushing forwards and sweeping me into his arms. I was knocked of guard and the bag of food I was holding spilt all over the floor. I scowled.
"Peeta, you know I'm fine. Our days of running from danger are over. At least, I hope so."
"I know, I know. I just still worry you'll somehow manage to get reaped in another Hunger Games." He replied.
"In the middle hunting? Not likely."
I opened the door and dumped the stuff I got on the kitchen table. Prim was doing her homework, and I went over to look. It was maths. Phew. I hate it when she gets history. If she needs help with it, or my name is mentioned and she wants to know why, I'm forced to remember all the horrible things that happened…
"Tut tut, Primrose Rue Everdeen. You're doing this question wrong." I pick up a pencil and try to show her how to do it, but she just stares at me with her big, blue eyes.
"Um, Mum, you do it a different way."
"Oh," I realise that all of her answers were correct. "Sorry. When I was at school the teaching was rubbish, and the only thing anyone ended up knowing about was coal."
Cinna comes in, covered in black dust.
"Speaking of coal, how many times have I told you not to play in the old coal wearhouses?"
It takes a long time to clean Cinna, and by the time we manage to, I'm exhausted. Peeta can see this, and tells me gently that he'll look after the kids whilst I get to sleep. I don't object.
