Katniss' dream
It didn't make sense; I hadn't been there when it happened. I was called into the headmaster's office at lunchtime and told quickly before being sent home to mourn. The fact that I didn't see it didn't stop my subconscious imagining thousands of different terrifying images of it happening. Tonight I could see the avox girl, she had a bomb. Dad went to work and I was left comforting a starving Prim, Mother wouldn't speak. I was suddenly transported to the mine, I could see Dad; I ran towards him. ButI was too late. I was always too late.
Haymitch watching Katniss and Peeta argue
They were arguing. Why did they have to fight? Why did they have to fight over a completely useless subject? I had finally been given some decent tributes! Why did they have to be as stubborn as mules? Katniss refused to accept that she was better than Peeta. Peeta insisted that he was completely useless. Then they stopped, Katniss looked down and mumbled something. Peeta looked at her and then the bread in her hands. I don't know what went on, but they were back to their usual argumentative selves in seconds. "People will help you in the arena…"
Peeta's feelings on his mother
She loved me, of that I was sure. She had no confidence in me though. If something needed delivering she would always go to my brothers. They were strong, I was the baby. But I hadn't expected her to lose all faith in me completely. She hated Katniss! She complained about her all the time. "Why can't she shoot down some more deer? I'm sick of stupid squirrels!" She knew I was going to die. I was going to die, but she didn't have to wave it my face like that. Katniss would keep them in food, but I wouldn't.
Rue following district 12
I hoped they hadn't noticed me. It felt like I was being pulled towards them. It was like when someone described their lover as the Sun or if they were attached to them with a million strings. As clichéd as it sounded, I needed to be near them. They were so brave; they hadn't let the games come between them. I had no one here, I needed someone. I had been told to keep an eye out for potential allies because I really needed them. I wanted them for an alliance, it would never happen, but I could always hope.
Peeta's private training session
They were drunk out of their petty, little skulls. Why was I not surprised? There they were, chuckling away. I bet they did this every year. Who cares about the poor, weak tributes from the last Districts? They're all rubbish anyway. But I can't do anything. No other tribute could do anything either. I just had to show them what I could do and hope that they paid attention. I headed towards the weight lifting station, if the judges were coherent enough, they might realise that I had started. Any hope I had here had been burnt to the ground.
A/N: Ugh, two weeks of holiday and all I have to show is this weensy, little chapter here. I am so sorry! I'm working on another chapter for All the Broken Children, I started it after I finished Rue and I'm barely halfway through! I will continue to update, just a lot less often than you're used to. I'll keep battling on! Please review x
