Chapter 7

Peeta's lips were so incredibly soft. They were so soft that they were irresistible...

When I let go of him, I couldn't tell if he was giving me a death glare or he was telling me that he loved me back. I wouldn't be able to tell because just then, the loud speaker called "Peeta Mellark" and he was gone, and I was alone...

I started to think of how wrong I was. I love Rory, I love Rory, I love Peeta... I love Peeta!

I started to realize that before, I was forcing myself to love Rory because he loved me. I felt guilty not loving him back. But now I know that I love Peeta!

The loudspeaker blasted the words "Primrose Everdeen" and I timidly tip-toed into the Training Center. I was absolutely disgusted by the physical state the Gamemakers were in - drunk out of their minds while wasting delicacies that could keep District 12 up and running for three months.

"Primrose Everdeen, District 12." I yelled. All of those drunken eyes were on me. I strutted to the knife section. I found the knife that I was particularly fond with, the one with the three blades. I grabbed it, and my eyes went on where the heart was. Focus, breathe, and throw by the handle I reminded myself before I released the deadly object.

Boom! My knife had landed right where I wanted it to be. If that were a real person, they would've been dead. The Gamemakers eyes were all on me. Then I started to climb the highest tree in there, adding some par core to make myself seem better than I was. After I got to the top, I heard Seneca Crane yell "You may go now, Primrose." I Jumped the 30 feet to the ground and landed right where I wanted to; the pit full of foam squares. As I strutted out, I heard Seneca say "She is better than I thought." Maybe I should try to make it back home. I thought. I will. I will try to make it home now.

So I didn't think of Peeta while I walked to the elevator. I thought of Seneca's words. The words that meant I might go home.

"She is better than I thought."