THE TEST STORY OF ALL TIME
I gazed at Peeta. He looked radiant. His hair sheened in the sun, luxuriantly blowing in the gentle breeze. I thought to myself that I could really love this dude, other than the fact he was sort of a whuss during the Games themselves and always required me to save him. It seemed sort of unmanly, and I wanted to marry a manly dude, to be honest. Plus it sort of made me mad that his hair was nicer than mine. Seemed sort of bogus. Also, his name always bothered me – stupid even for the standards of our post-apocalyptic world. What did it even mean? Was it a screwed up form of Pete? Was it spelled wrong? Did his parents think he was a girl? Did it mean his parents really liked meat that was wrapped up in a tortilla type pocket?
I would, unfortunately, never know. I turned to Peeta and began "so, what is the deal with your name? Are your parents retarded?" Peeta turned to me. He began to reply. But I heard a huge roar, a mechanical engine noise. I could not hear his reply.
And then the inevitable truck plowed directly into him, killing him instantly. I felt so stupid and violated. How could I not realize this is how the story would end?