Part III
District Two is ugly. The grass is brown. There are no leaves in the trees. It looks like crap. When I share this observation with peeta he tells me that's because it's autumn. I slap him. It's autumn in district twelve. Not two.
Suddenly the train stops. I fly forwards and smack into a wall. I howl in pain and yell, "PEETA GIVE ME A BAND AID." "I CANT" he replies. I'm about to yell at him but then I realize that he's stuck under the couch. Whatever. The blond lady comes over and tells us it's time to get off the train. I grab one of Peeta's suitcases, hiss, and exit the train. Peeta should come eventually. I hang out at the train station for a little while until Peeta comes off the train. He's carrying four suitcases and has a big bruise on his forehead. What a dork. "Come on kiddo we gotta catch a caaaaab." I yell. A random stranger tells me that there are no cabs in Two. I assume that this stranger IS the cab and telling people cabs don't exists is just a marketing strategy. The guy gives peeta and I a piggy back ride all the way to Gale's house. It is good.
Gale's house is a weird yellow shade. I hate yellow. It's also on a lake. I hate lakes. There is a gale-shaped shadow in the window. I hate gale. Peeta and I approach the porch, and I take a deep breath before knocking. Gale instantly swings the door open, smiles for about 0.7623 seconds, and then scowls at me. "Hi?" He says. Why is he so mad. Gosh. It's like he hates me. Why would anyone hate me. Walk right past him into a weird little living room and sit on the couch. Gale sits next to me. What a dork. Peeta sits on the stack of suitcases. The stack is so tall that his head is scraping the ceiling. What if this scrapes his hair off? I get worried for his hair and begin removing suitcases from the stack. For some reason this makes Peeta fall? I don't even know with this guy. "Katniss, we need to have a discussion." Gale mumbles. He then grabs my arm and drags me into the kitchen. Like actually drags. I am not standing. I am dragging. He whispers, "what is Peeta doing here? I didn't invite him?" I shrug. "I don't know. He's a dork." I elbow Gale in the shoulder and go back to the living room. There we go.
