AN: Hey everyone. Okay, I all know what you're thinking. 'Why isn't she working on Disney High?' Well, it's because I'm having MAJOR writers block. You guys can send me ideas in PMs or in the reviews. So behold! Chapter one, of Cry Me a River!
Katniss POV
I was locked up in my room, probably crying my eyes out. Peeta died, and it was me and Cato. Cato, the Career from District 2.
'Why?' I had asked Haymitch, 'Why did Peeta leave us?' Haymitch just looked at me with sympathy and shook his head. I knew he missed Peeta like I did.
A knock on my door woke me from my thoughts. I raised my head from the pillow my head was stuffed in.
"Who is it?" I croaked. The voice was hesitant on speaking.
"K-Katniss, dear," Effie said, "It's time for dinner." Everyone treated me like a child since Peeta died. Well, everyone except Cinna, my beloved stylist, and Cato.
"I'll be right out. Just go without me." I know Effie didn't leave right away until I heard the clicking of her 5-inch heels faded. I sighed and looked in the mirror. Blood-shot eyes, dry lips, and the skin puffing around my eyes were a huge sign that I was crying the whole day.
Washing my face in cold water made me feel a little better. Like I said to Effie, I came out of my room slowly, and walked toward the dining car, ready to face everybody.
Cato POV
I won the Hunger Games Fire Girl. She's in her room now. I bet she's crying her eyes out, since Lover Boy died and all. Haymitch, Brutus, and Enobaria were talking about the Victory Tour. Already? It's a year away!
What was Snow thinking when he decided to make Fire Girl and I victors? Friends? Sometimes I wonder about the President. Effie, the District 12 escort, went to go get the Girl on Fire. You can hear the loud clicking of her 5-inch heels walking down the hall, and then the sliding of the door that separates the dining car and the rest of the train.
A moment later, she comes back. Haymitch clears his throat when she sits.
"So. Cato," I nod, signaling him that I heard his comment, "How do you feel about winning the games?" I thought for a moment.
"Well-" My comment was cut off by the sliding of the car door. Fire Girl, has entered the dining car.