01/05/2009 22:35:00

I sat for while after Katniss left, just thinking about the games. If I were picked how long would I survive? A week or two? A couple days? Or would I be slaughtered 2 minutes after the games were started like half of the participants were every year.

But, what if I won? What if I came out of the games alive? What then?

I would get a house of my own, money, food. Food. Lots of food. My siblings would never go hungry again. Heck, they would get FAT! We would have so much food we could feed a second family!

I could feed Katniss's family. Think of how happy she would be with Prim fed. They could even come live with us; there would be more than enough room in those lavish houses the capitol built.

Katniss.

Katniss and me in the same house.

Together.

I shook the thought from my head for reasons I knew I should not think about right now. Not right before the The Reaping.

But her face stayed in my head. I thought of her today, practically drooling over the bread I bought, believing that I really got it for only one squirrel. Sometimes she could be so naiive, but that was one thing I loved about her.

I mean, liked about her, not loved.

All of a sudden I realized The Reaping would start soon and I had to get Nat, Enna and Linn ready.