I sit in anticipation, captivated by the scene about to unfold on my television. It's summer vacation, and I've done nothing but laze around, shop, and, of course, watch the Hunger Games. The Capitol is abuzz with talk of the love story that has been taking place this time between Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark from 12. And I can't get enough of it. Maybe it's because I'm a fifteen-year-old girl, or because that Peeta Mellark is so freaking adorable, but I've been sucked into the story and can't bear to tear my eyes away from the screen. Last night, my friend Penelope and I sat on my couch, munching popcorn, holding each other's hands, and squealing and aww-ing as Katniss kissed Peeta in the cave. All of my friends were freaking out. Even my mom thinks they're adorable.

Since I'm from the Capitol, I feel no allegiance to any particular district. But I'm totally rooting for 12. You don't get a Hunger Games like this every year. Star-crossed lovers? It doesn't get better than that. My eyes are glued to the screen. Katniss apparently left the cave when I was still asleep to go to the Cornucopia. There's something there for all the remaining tributes. Nothing has happened yet. Suddenly, that annoying redhead runs out of the Cornucopia, grabs the small bag waiting for her, and runs from the area.

I roll my eyes. "Come on, Katniss," I whisper. Then Katniss runs out. I'm holding my breath. She grabs the package marked "12" and runs. But then the girl from 2, Clove I think her name is, appears on screen. She has a knife. Before I know it, both she and Katniss are wrestling or the ground. She pins Katniss down and promises her a slow, painful death. "Bitch!" I shout at the screen. She's about to massacre Katniss' face, and I'm about to throw a fit, when the black guy from 11 pulls her off and starts yelling at her about the girl named Rue. She's screaming for Cato, and I'm laughing at the screen. That's what you get for trying to kill my Katniss and destroy my love story, I think.

He kills her quickly. I'm clapping and cheering so loudly my mom comes into the living room to ask what happened. "The girl I hate from 2 was just killed!" I say, unable to contain my happiness. "Thank goodness!" Says my mother, "She was really starting to get on my nerves." We both laugh and I turn my attention back to the screen. Katniss is running through the woods again, back to the cave, back to Peeta. I can't wait to watch them when she gets back. This is too cute for words. I hope the black guy and Cato will just kill each other. That would be a great fight too. I know my brother would love to see it. That's not really my thing, but I might have to tune in just to see Katniss and Peeta win and live happily ever after.

I sigh, my head filled with romantic thoughts. The screen has switched from the Games and there's something boring on about how some poor people died in another country. Thank goodness I live in Panem. I switch the television off, grab my purse and run to Penelope's house so we can go shopping and talk about our favorite couple.