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Katniss looked up from the ground. At her left was her mother's tear stained face. At her right was Peeta's best attempt at being strong, but he was failing, because he loved Prim too. The two caskets in front of them, one draped in fishing nets and the other covered in flowers, were being lowered down into the ground in front of them. She placed her arm around her mother's shoulder to comfort her, but it only made Katniss feel worse. Lately, she had had trouble feeling emotion. Shock, her doctors called it. Peeta was just as bad, but he was less likely to attack people, as she was so prone to doing. Peeta slipped his hand into hers and slowly turned to lead them back into the building.

A/N: This is my first time writing, so this is a test. Sorry about the length. Hopefully it will eventually get longer. Please review and tell me if you like it!