Another Intentionally Stupid Story
I gaze down at the locket in my hands. Gale on one side, Prim and my mother on the other.
How did he get a hold of these? Did he pirate them, maybe? Or steal them? I'm about to tell Peeta how much trouble he get in back in 12, but I realize he's engrossed in a conversation with Finnick. The only words I pick up are 'sugar', 'cake', and 'bread'. Maybe he's teaching Finnick how to bake or something. He could be teaching him how to summon Satan for all I know.
Maybe that's what Peeta does in his free time. His 'talent' is painting, but maybe he burns the paintings in an attempt to communicate with Satan. Wow, my respect for him dropped from a 70 to a zero in about three seconds.
Hmm, maybe he stole my matches a couple weeks ago. Yes, that's it. Definitely. I turn around, and see Peeta light something on fire. "Wow!" Finnick exclaims.
"Nailed it!" I shout.
They both turn to me, and the fire takes over the beach. "Ahh! We're burning alive!" I shout.
Peeta and Finnick starts laughing manically. "Ahh! You're possessed by the devil!"
The fire engulfs me, and everything goes black.