Chapter 1
I don't know what's real and what's not. Some memories are foggy, and some are more clear. All I know is that Katniss Everdeen is evil.
I'm not sure what comes over me—a fiery substance in my veins, nearly choking me. Complete rage.
I compose myself just long enough for Katniss to come in for a hug. I clamp my hands around her neck, catching her off guard. The others around are also unsuspecting and shocked, but act quickly, prying each finger off and pulling me in the other direction. And as they are towing me away in their unbreakable grasps, I catch the expression on Katniss's face. Betrayal. Which is crazy, because for betrayal, she must have trusted me at some point . . .
I want to laugh. We were never star-crossed lovers or even friends.
Even so, I begin to think . . .
I wonder why I dislike Katniss so much. My memories of her seem blurred and distorted. Like parts don't fit together, almost tampered with. But quickly I push that thought, that impossibility, out of my mind and begin to worry about other things. Like what District 13 might do with people like me.