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I wake up to the smell of dinner being made from down stairs. I rub the sleep from my eyes and untangle myself from my blankets. I sit at the edge of my bed, I take a deep breath in and don't like what I smell, is that onions? I sniff again; the smell brings vomit to my throat.
I rush to my bathroom and let my lunch leave the same way it came in. Shit, what is up with me? I flush my insides down the toilet then wash my mouth out. Damn I hate puking. "Katniss, dinner is almost ready!" I hear Peeta yell from down stairs.
After the games I figured out I really did love Peeta and we spent 5 months together being a couple. It was great and I knew I found my love. About 6 weeks ago Peeta proposed, I of course said yes. That night I gave Peeta everything I had. I don't regret it one bit. Effie is taking care of wedding so all Peeta and I have to do is wait for it to happen.
I start walking down the stairs to Peeta in the kitchen, half way down I start to get winded. What… Am I really this out of shape? I grab on to the railing and ease myself the rest of the way. I turn the corner and an explosion of onion smell hits me. I cover my mouth trying to keep my insides down.
Peeta sees me and goes in for a kiss I stop him with by putting my hand over his mouth. He looks at me with a hurt expression. "Peeta I have been puking a lot lately, I don't want you to get sick." I explain, He just smiles and gives me a hug instead. Again I'm hit by the awful smell, "Peeta are you cooking onions?"
"Yeah?" He tells me, "Can you, like, not?" He looks at me confused. "They are making me need to puke." I tell him, being the sweet guy he is he takes the meal he was cooking and throws it away. I feel relief spreading through my body, as the horrid smell is gone. I smile at Peeta, "How about I cook Lamb stew instead. Does that sound good?" I nod and hug him.
As he cooks I sit at the table sitting in silence, Peeta breaks the silence. "Remember your mother and Prim are going to be here soon to see what the twist of the quell." My good mood goes sour. The quarter quell. I'm dreading having to mentor those poor kids. Interrupting my thoughts is the doorbell.
Peeta goes for the door but I stop him, "I'll get it." He goes back to cooking and I stand up rather fast. I get a bit dizzy… I shake it off as it is probably nothing. I walk through our home to the front door. I open the door and I see Prim and my mother waiting to come in.
"Katniss!" Prim screams as she jumps into my arms. I hug her and look down and see she has her duck tail again. I smile a bit, "tuck in that tail little duck." I fix her shirt and she giggles. "Where's Peeta?" She asks me. "He's in the kitchen." She rushes off to the kitchen. I turn to my mother.
"Hey mom." I say casually. She hugs me and I hug her back. We have mended our relationship. But I still don't rely on her. We go back to the kitchen to see Peeta putting the stew into four bowls. We all sit down at our table and catch up on our weeks.
"So Katniss, have you seen Gale lately?" I tense up. I guess I didn't tell Prim about the fight we had. "Uh, well Prim we haven't talked in a while…." I tell her. "Why!" She questions me. "Well when I told him about Peeta and I being engaged he freaked out. He kept yelling and telling me that I deserve better. I of course told him I couldn't get any better than Peeta…." I hesitate to tell her the next part because she is so fond of Gale, she nods her head ushering me to go on. "When I told him that he was no better he slapped me." She gasps completely in shock.
I was in shock too when it happened. We were hunting in the woods like we usually did on Sundays. We were talking about life and I told him how Peeta proposed. He got pissed and told me I could do so much better. I don't know why I said it, but I did. I told him that nobody could compare to Peeta, not even him. He stepped closer to me and I could smell the alcohol in his breath. He raised his hand and then it made contact with my face. I ran away even against his protesting and then came home to Peeta.
"He was drunk so it wasn't really him…" I trail off. But Peeta argues, "Of course it was him Kat! He laid a hand on you, whether he was drunk or not it was still him." He tells me. My mother intervenes now, "I completely agree with Peeta." I shake my head…. "Let's just eat ok."
We continue to eat with Peeta, Prim and Mother making small talk but I stay quiet. Until the television turns on, the capital sign flashes on telling us that it's time for the announcement. We all get up and make our way to the living room. Prim sits on the floor by our chair which is occupied by my mother. I sit in Peeta's lap even though there is still a whole couch open.
President Snow's evil face pops on the screen. He stares straight into the camera. I can feel his eyes bore into mine. "And now we honor our third Quarter Quell," says the president as a little boy steps forward holding an envelope that has 75 written on it. President Snow opens the letter and without hesitation read, "On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the revels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the capital, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."
He finishes and the television turns off. Existing pool of victors? What the hell does that mean, only when Prim starts to ball along with my mother, I get it. They are sending victors back into the arena. Peeta's grip on me tightens. There is 2 male victors in district 12, Peeta and Haymitch, and one female, me.
I'm going back into the arena, and I'm sure as hell not coming back.
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