Okay this idea has been bouncing around my head for a while...Here, you may die at my god awful writing DX


I lean back on the couch propping my feet on the coffee table. I bend over and take my beer off. I crack it open then Peeta, who was outside playing in the dirt and observing flowers, pops his head in.

"What?" I ask the curious 11 year old. He grins his devilish grin.

"Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?"

"No beer remember? MOMMY!" he screams at the top of his lungs. I can hear the slow footsteps come downstairs. Madge comes downstairs and looks irritated.

"There are several things wrong with this scene..." she begins slowly but you can hear the anger slowly creeping into her voice.

"Look Madge-" I start but she quickly interrupts finding the need to point them all out.

" are messed up, 's a beer open, oh my god Cato, 3. There are stains on the table 4. LOOK THERE'S A FOOD STAIN ON YOUR SHIRT!"

I shrug at the last part then look up. Her blue eyes are blazing.

"Ummm hi?" She sighs at my response then walks upstairs.I walk up after her. When she tries to shut the door on me, I slid my body in. She glares at me and sigh. She carefully sits on the dark blue bed. I sit down next to her and look into her eyes. I move my hand over and grab hers.

"Look, I've been thinking, Peeta is 11. He's going to turn 12 next month but Katniss is only 4."

"Yes I know my children ages what about it?" She catches onto it then gasps "You aren't thi-"

"No I don't want Peeta to volunteer. But we haven't trained him if he gets picked. He might die but theres still hope for Katniss..."

"Peeta is going to be okay. You know how many kids would love to be in the Games. Katniss will not train."

"I know but the Quell is the hard one to get the kids to volunteer for, you know since that time that kid from 4 tortured that one 12 year old to death.." I say suddenly filled with sadness for the parents and the anxiety that it might be Peeta or Katniss.

Madge sighs then places her other hand on my shoulder. "Cato Scevoula, our children will be okay. I promise, believe me." I smile then hug her.

"If you say so."

"I'm always right."

"When aren't you?"

"When I said you were evil.."

"You were right at the time."

"Oh whatever, smile again. You look emo now." I laugh then hug her again.


This sucks. I literally fail at writing. I will go back to writing parodies I know you are all thinking that