Chapter 2 (I think)
A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers,followers, favoriters,and just plain readers. Oh and I don't own the Hunger Games, sorry if you thought I did.
Again, just to be clear, it's not mine.
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"Come in, you have just the right amount of time to finish your conversation." Says the door dude as he lets my mother pushing Prim in an old chair with our bike tires glued to the left side. Prim gives me a death glare and mutters some unprintable words as mother rolls her to the far corner of the room.
"Now Phil, there's no reason to talk to Kevin like that. It's not her fault you broke your foot." Mom scolds, patting the only window in the district.
"BROKE MY FOOT?" Prim's obviously had it with our dear mother. "FIRST, My name is Prim! It isn't Poppy or Posey or Phil. It's Primrose Everdeen! SECOND, It is Katniss's fault I broke my SPINE. If it wasn't for her, I'd be walking and a tribute in the 74th Hunger Games. But, noooooooooo. Little Miss just had to volunteer, which isn't even allowed! Maybe if you paid attention to your children instead of painting the window with your spit, we wouldn't have this problem!" Prim shouts from her confinement. It sounds like she stuck her tampon up to far.
"Primmy! Calm yo PMSing tits! There isn't a reason for you to yell at mamma like that! Honestly, all she does is bathe us, it's not her fault you FORGOT HOW TO WALK!" I scream back. Damn, that girl makes me PO'ed.
"FORGOT HOW TO WALK? I'LL MAKE YOU FOrGET HOW TO WALK!" She lunges out of her chair and lands face first into the table. Her screams rip through the room.
"Dear God, Prim, why'd you do that?" I say between laughs. Oh sweet Jesus, I'm crying. Prim lifts her self up with her arms and I see the mess she's made of her face. Her nose hangs to the side, reduced to a lumpy mass. Her eyes have already started to swell up, making her look like a racoon, a very, very damaged racoon.
"Oh Paulie, now you're not that pretty one." Mom sighs and sits down in Prim's mangled chair.
"This is your fault, Katherine. All your fault." Prim says as she drags herself to the door. "A little help here!" She bangs on the wood, telling the door guy to open it.
"Prissy, make sure you mop up this mess." Mom says as she exits my prison. "I lurve you, Karl." And with that, she rolls out the door. At the same time I see a fork lift appear outside of my window.
"Gale!" I scream, excited to see my BFF. The fork lift stops and I lift up the window.
"Hey, smexy. Looking fine today." Gale jokes, I think.
"Thanks, Gale, you too." I reply through clenched teeth, God he's disgusting.
"Oh, well this is awkward, i was actually talking to that piece of steak over yonder." He says pointing to a piece of Prim's nose, still left on the floor. "Can, can I have it?" I barf a little in my mouth.
"Uh, that's, uh, Prim's nose." I say, trying to hold in the puke.
"Yummy, I always though Prim was the tasty-I mean pretty one." I can no longer hold back the puke in my mouth . Prim, the pretty one? She's twelve Gale's eighteen. Plus, I am so much hotter than that piece of junk.
"So, can I have it?" Gale asks again. I sigh and toss him the gooey piece of flesh. He attacks it like a starving honey badger. Gee, I can't remember the last time I ate meat. Mamma so poor I only get to eat Gale's leftovers, only there are none.
"Gale, can you promise me something?" I ask worried about my family.
"No, I can't promise not to eat your family." He says, "Prim's is delicious."
"Oh, okay nevermind." It's like the SOB read my mind. Gale starts to lower and i know its time for him to leave.
"Bye!" I yell. But he's to busy eating a donut.
"Y'all are in for a real treat." Effie Trinket says as we walked along the hallway of the train. "This is Haymitch's room, and this is his bathroom. He spends a whole lotta time in here." She pushed open the door to a drunken Haymitch laying in a puddle of puke. "Hey, Hey Mitch." She coos to him.
"Shuddaup you goodfornutinpiecosh-blehahahahah" His puke shot out like a geyser, straight into Effie's open mouth. And she swallowed. For the third, maybe fourth time today I felt sick. Peeta looked green, but Effie somehow managed to keep her composure. "Alrighty, Haymitch I think we're done here. Kids, say bye to Mitch." I nodded my head and waved, unable to open my mouth for the fear of puking. Peeta just stood there.
"Honestly, that's not the first time I've swallowed his bodily fluids." She replies, wiping the excess puke from her perfectly glossed lips. Peeta burst into tears. "What? Once he peed in my drink." She says, sauntering down the corridor. Peeta breathes in a sigh of relieve and so do I. Man, I thought she meant giving Haymitch mouth-to-Well, his baby stick.
"Oh, and sometimes he and I do a little bedroom tango, if you know what I'm saying, wank, wank." Peeta stops, mouth ajar, and starts bawling again. I just clench my teeth and follow down the hall.
"Alrighty, where were we? Ah, yes now this called food. F-O-O-D. Does that ring a bell, Katniss?" Effie stares at me intently. What a snob! Sure I've been reduced to eating my mom's pottery (She made it before she went crazy) but that doesn't mean I don't know what food is.
"Wow girlfriend, now I done be raised in the ghetto, so i know my way 'round a pocket knife. If I was you, I'd watch my mouth." I threaten, showing the bow I have hidden in my boot. Effie reaches into her enormous wig and pepper sprays me.
"GFFUFUFFUDFFUCCFUUFDFUFUDFUFUDFUDUFDUFDUFUFUUDFU" I scream, causing her to spray yet another round into my burning gray eyes. I reach for the bow and press the button to elongate it. Aiming it poorly, I shoot at her stupid, mofu face. I hear a loud crack as the arrow connects to what I guess is the table, but then again I can't f-ing see!
"That is Mahogany!" She grabs my braid and yanks my face into the table.
"You see what you've done?!" She rubs my face into the table. "You, bad, naughty, girl!" She bangs my face into the table until I pass ou-
"Pwetty, pwetty girl." I hear that all to familiar lisp and feel his soft hands on my face.
"Peeta? What are you doing?" I hear him zip up his trousers and notice the spreading warm spot on my pants.
"Were you, playing with yourself?" I ask, dreading the answer. He makes a gagging noise.
"Eeww, naw. I wash mawking meh terwittowy." And he runs out of the room.
"THAT'S DISGUSTING!" I call to him but he's already gone.
"Hows do I win?" I hear Peeta ask as I make my way to the dining cart.
"Whoa, kid I just got up, haven't had breakfast yet." Haymitch pulls out a flask and downs it in two seconds flat.
"Isn't it a little early to drink?" I say making my way to the table. I notice the bloodstain from last night is still there and Effie shoots me a warning glance. I keep my head down.
"Cupcake, you don't want to know things I've seen, the horrors I've done. I mean you know I've been with Effie." At that moment a knife went flying through the air, landing straight into the table.
"That is mahogany!" I mimic her southern accent. Another piece of silverware goes sailing through the air. This time its a fork and it goes through my hand.
"That is your hand!" Effie says, and stalks off, pushing Peeta to the ground. He makes a soft whimpering noise, reminding of a dog I once had before we had to eat it for food. That was the best meal I've ever had. Suddenly hunger fills me and I pull the fork from my hand. Ignoring the blood and pain I stalk my prey. Peeta's still on the ground and I come up behind him. I say the prayer my grandmamma taught me, and plunged the fork into his back.
"FUSH YOU!" Peeta says the second obscene thing I've ever heard him utter, and it reminds me of the first time he did.
*QUE FLASHBACK*
It was raining and i was soaking wet and cold. Did you know rain could do that? I sure didn't, not until that day. Peeta had followed me for a good two years and this day was no different. He was watching through the bakery window and he burned some bread. I don't why they let that boy go anywhere near a fire. His mamma got all mad and slapped his pretty white face. He had let out the same cry.
*END FLASHBACK*
"Sugar Cookie, why'd you stab dear, Peeta over here?" Haymitch asked drunkenly.
"Ish's Peeta, nawt Peeta." Peeta retorts, he smells so good. Like a nice hamburger with fresh buns. Just one little bite.
"Boy, I'd stop arguing for no good reason and pay attention to Pumpkin Pie over here. 'Cause i think she's gonna eat you." Damn Haymitch, he foiled my plan. Peeta turns around hope fills his eyes.
"You'd eat meh?" He asks. Wow, things just got weird. "A girlsh nevah wanted to eat meh befowe."
"I don't mean it like that, it's just, you smell so good." Wait, that didn't come out right. "I mean you smell like a hamburger. I really good, fresh hamburger." But he isn't paying attention anymore, instead he's singing a song.
"Katniss wants to eat meh!
She hash finally learned
All sshe really needsh to be free
Ish to realishe sshe ish mine.
Now bwothews do you shee?
Thish pretty girl wantsh meh to dine!
Sshe will always belong to meh!
Sshe will always be mine!"
"I would have eaten him if I was you." Haymitch says and heads back to his room.