Sorry guys. I said I would post yesterday, and I wish I had some kind of excuse, but to tell the truth, I was being a lazy ass. But I hope you enjoy these two chapters! Double update!

It was only a few more hours before President Snow was going to walk on a stage and pull out a card, a card with some evil twist that was sure to get Gale thrown in to the Games. I invited his family over for dinner, and they gladly accepted. My mom told me and Prim to buy a two loaves of bread from the bakery and some blackberries from the Hob. The blackberries were tricky to find, because Gale and I usually supply them, but in the end, we found them anyways. We picked up a small basket full before I decided to buy some sweets from the candy store. I got a small chocolate for each member of mine and Gale's family, plus an extra one for Prim. She popped the chocolate into her mouth before dragging me home, talking about all the things she had to prepare. I dropped off the food at home before deciding I would visit Peeta and discuss the Quell, since I was about as useful as a dog in the kitchen.
When I knocked on his door, luckily he answered instead of his mom.
"Hi, Katniss. Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to talk? About the Quell, that is." He nodded, before pulling on some shoes and joining me outside.
"So what do you think the twist will be this time?" I was pretty sure I knew what the twist would be, but I wasn't sure if talking about it in the streets would be a good idea.
"I'm not sure, actually. Maybe they would find a way to put people who were technically ineligible in the Reaping bowl." That was only half the truth. The only ineligible name in the bowl would be Gale's, and I was sure of it.
"That would definitely be possible. Maybe they would throw in over age or under age people."
"Or no alliances or you get attacked by a mutt."
"That would be good for everyone except the careers to some point."
"Yeah, I guess." By now, we were almost at the market. We decided to stop talking about such depressing things, and instead, we chatted a bit about our lives. It was a few minutes past 5:00 when I saw Gale coming out from the mines. Peeta and I were holding hands, to keep up our 'star struck lovers' act, and Gale looked at me with something on his face that I couldn't quite read...jealousy? Gale couldn't be jealous…could he? I already told him I loved him. Twice. That's some kind of a record for me. I broke away from Peeta, and told him I'd be right back.
"Gale!" He turned to look at me.
"Hi," he replied.
"You're still coming for dinner right?"
"Only if you're still having me."
"Of course." I wanted to give him a hug, but decided against it because of people's assumptions and all the coal dust on his clothes.
"I have to get home, take a shower before I come over tonight." I nodded and waved, before making way back to Peeta. But he wasn't there. Where could he have gone? I wandered around the market for a while, before I spotted him buying some apples.
"Peeta, why'd you leave?"
"Oh, sorry, I thought you were going with Gale."
"I just went to say hi," I informed him. He gave me a boyish grin.
"I have to get back, Peeta, Gale's family is coming for dinner so we can watch the reading if the card together. He nodded, before taking my hand in his, and leading me towards the Village with his arm around me protectively.
I walked into the kitchen, and the smell was amazing. It was coming from the blackberry cobbler sitting on the counter. I leaned in to sniff it, but Prim shooed me away.
"Katniss, you have to get changed, you can't wear your hunting clothes to dinner." I rolled my eyes playfully at her.
"Okay, little duck. Do you want to help me?" Prim nodded enthusiastically, and ran up the stairs to my room. We finally decided on a simple deep green dress with a gold trim, and gold sandals. Prim insisted on curling my hair the way Cinna taught her to. I convinced her not I do my makeup, but she wanted to do her own, so I let her play around a bit before she got frustrated and washed it all off.
"You look the best without makeup, little duck." She blushed, and headed downstairs without saying a word. I followed suit.
When a knocking sound came from the door, I rushed to open it. Hazelle and the kids rushed in, and Gale's jaw dropped when he saw me, probably out of surprise from seeing me in a dress.
"Prim wanted me to dress up," I explained. "He leaned in and whispered in my war quietly, so any microphones wouldn't pick up what he's saying.
"You look beautiful." I tried not to let much emotion show on my face, but I whispered a thanks before closing the front door. We all sat around the dinner table and feasted on butcher's meat, bread, potatoes, lettuce, and the chocolates that I bought earlier. Dinner was over far too soon, and we huddled in front of the TV, waiting for the President Snow's announcement. I curled up on the couch beside Gale, Hazelle and my mom watched from the kitchen, Vick and Posy were on the carpet, and Prim with Rory on the armchair. They looked cozy. I'd have to ask about that later. The TV suddenly turned on, and we were looking into Snow's snakelike eyes. He pulled a gold envelope out of a box, and slowly opened it. The City Circle was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. He started reading, his voice cold and uncaring.
"50 years ago, the tributes were voted in by their loved ones. 25 years ago, double the amounts of tributes went into the arena. And for the third Quarter Quell, to show that no one is truly out of the Capitol's grasp, the tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors, and someone from the ages 18-25. For districts 1 through 6, the victor will be male, and for districts 7 through 12, the victor will be female." I didn't comprehend this at first. Hazelle gasped. Prim started crying, Rory stood up, furious. Gale pulled me closer to him, and I finally figured it out.
My worst fears were confirmed. Gale was going into the arena. And so was I.