Here's chapter 3! Read and review! This one is Katniss' failed attempt at gardening!

My Failed attempts

By: Funshine Tonks

Chapter Three: Gardening

"Ok, Katniss. Do you know what you want to plant?" Peeta asked.

"Well…" I started, "If I had a choice… nothing"

"Quit being so stubborn, sweetheart," Haymitch said, "What do you want to plant?"

"Fine, um- Cabbage, I guess." I had heard that's one of the easiest vegetables to plant.

"Ok, we will need Cabbage seeds" Peeta said.

"And where exactly are we going to find those?" I snapped. I hated this so much.

"Well we could check the hob," Haymitch said, I'm pretty sure he's nearing the end of his hangover.

"Ok let's check the hob, is that ok with you, Katniss?" Peeta asked.

"Yeah," I replied. So Peeta and I walked down to the hob with some cash. We entered the hob.

"Hey Katniss! What can I get for you today?" Greasy Sae asked me.

"I need Cabbage seeds." I said. I'm sure I sounded like an idiot. I have all the money in the world and I can afford all the food I want and yet I'm in the black market asking for cabbage seeds…

"Well ok dear," She said. She handed me a small package and I handed her a few coins. Peeta and I walked back.

"Did- did'ya get da- da seeds?" Haymitch slurred. I grabbed the white liquor bottle from his grasp and walked outside and poured it out and threw the bottle at Buttercup, who scampered off before it hit him.

"Yes we got the seeds," Peeta said, watching my very move. Haymitch was now asleep. I filled a pot with ice cold water walked over to the chair that he was now sleeping in and poured it all over his head. He woke slashing his hand, as if he had his kitchen knife in his hand. I walked outside with the pot that I had refilled with water and the small package of seeds in my other hand. I dug up a patch of dirt with my foot and dumped the whole package of seeds in it and poured the water on it and walked back inside.

"Where'd you go?" Peeta asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I was planting Cabbages…" I muttered.

One month later

I woke up and put on a pair of sweats and a t shirt, and went out to the pathetic cabbage that was about the size of my fist. I looked at the thing that once was my yellow cabbage and it now resembles something left behind by Buttercup. I kicked the brown thing out of its roots and I threw it down the hill.

I don't have a talent for cooking, playing the flute or gardening.