I finish my homework in a breeze, just like always. Its kinda nice not being challenged because you never really have to take time, but I also hate it because I would like to work hard sometimes. Prim is very smart, at the top of her class, but she tells my they are learning something new today and she is having trouble. She is in second grade, so she is learning division for the first time. I can understand why she is confused. I get her started, and thats all she really needs to understand. She could still ask our father for help on schoolwork, and I stopped being able to do that in fourth grade because I asked my teacher for harder work. I'm in sixth now, and my teacher won't give me extra cause she's too lazy. Prim is just finishing her work when our mother gets home with a bag of food in her hand. "You already spent the money! You just got paid an hour ago!" I exclaim, very shocked. I thought she would go to the market to get something we needed, like wool or shoelaces, cheap things. We have plenty of food here, I just hunted yesterday! "Relax, Katniss. I will get paid again soon. And I got things we need, too. Not just food." She tells me. I shake my head and walk upstairs, mad at her for wasning the mere 10$ we had an hour ago.

I put down some extra blankets on my side of the bed, just in case. Tommorow, when I'm feeling better, I will start making Prim a bed. Its not that I don't want her sleeping with me, she just deserves her own space. I go back downstairs to wash some clothes, but my mother is already doing it. This makes me angry. I can do them myself! I did them for a month while she was "ill" and I will continue doing them. I walk up to her and grab the bucket. "I can do it myself." I say, rather harshly. "I can. Its no problem." She counters, trying hard to be nice and grabbing the bucket back. "But see, here's the thing. I don't want you totching my stuff. Its mine, and I get to wash them." I say. I reach for the pail again, but this time she turns it away. "The sooner you give up this stupid attitude and let me do things for you, you may have your laundry back." she scolds. My face turns red in anger and I throw the clothes in her face. "Fine, wash them. Just don't get whatever sickness you had on them." I yell as I stalk back upstairs, getting into bed and throwing the covers over my head. I shove a blanket in my mouth and scream, loud and long, and out of anger. Why can't she just leave me alone and do my own thing. She dosen't have to toutch my stuff. I think I scream myself to sleep tonight.

I wake up to Prim shaking me. "Katniss," she says tiredly,"I'm all wet." Great. I get up and start to change the blankets, but they are dry. My upper body is soaked to the bone and my lower is damp, and the top blanket is drenched too. Then I hear the clap of thunder and know. I look up to the ceiiling and find my face splttered in rain drops. The leak in our roof has become a small hole, and its soaking us in our sleep. "Lets try and move the bed out of the way." I tell her, but its no use, the frame is way to heavy. "We can just sleep with mommy for the night." Prim says, and walks downstairs. I grab a dry blanket and follow her. "Mommy, can we sleep with you, the leak in the roof made us all wet." my sister asks. "Mmmhhhmm." our mom responds sleepily. Prim crawls in, but I wrap the blanket around me and curl up under the bed. I don't particularly enjoy thunderstorms, the kinda scare me. My dad used to hold me and calm me down whenever one would happen, but nobody is here under the bed to do it. So I let my tears of fear and lonelieness roll down my cheeks and I cry myself back to sleep.