Oh. My. God.

CATCHING FIRE WAS AMAZING!

I got it the day it came out and literally didn't put it down. I bought it on my way to school and then read it through my classes, because, well we weren't doing anything. My teachers didn't even care. I finished it in less than a day and all I've been able to think about is: Katniss... Peeta... Haymitch... Prim.... *grrr* Gale... and multiple other characters that I won't tell you about because it will ruin it.
I cried in almost every chapter. Laughed in every chapter and gasped about every page. It was so... so... there actually isn't a real word to describe. We need to change the dictionary in order to describe it. It was so amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And that's even downplaying it.

I was started to think that I was pretty good at writing. I was thinking: Hm.. Maybe I'll submit somethings for my school's short story and poetry book... Hmm.. I geuss I'm pretty good. And then I read CF and the talent that is bestowed on us by Susane Collins is just phenomenol. She is such an amazing writing that it brings me to tears. There is no way ANYONE will ever be as talented as her. It just inspires me more to write even more.

I'll rant a bit more later. But before I bore you; here's the next chapter.

"Katniss!"

I'm getting really sick of hearing my name.

"What?" I groan. Haymitch comes barrelling towards me. He looks angry. "What?" I say again.

"Where have you been?!" He waves his hands frantically in the air. I lean into Peeta, exhausted. "Do you have any idea who's here to see you?"

"Um, no." I swear I just saw steam come out of his ears.

Peeta cocks his head to the side. "Who is here?"

"President Snow, that's who!"

I go stiff. President Snow? The President Snow. The only time I've seen him is at the Hunger Games and...

And when something big is about to happen.

"President Snow is here? To see me?" My voice cracks on the last word.

"Yes. And if you aren't in that house in thirty seconds, so help me god – "

Peeta pushes me forward. "Calm down Haymitch, she's going." Haymitch throws his hands in the air and walks off muttering unintelligible words under his breath. Peeta continues to push me towards Haymitch's house. "Katniss, you need to be careful. This can't be good."

"Yes." Is all I can manage to say.

"If you say the wrong thing, or even phrase something the wrong way, that could secure your death in the Games."

I nod.

We reach the front door and Peeta turns me around. "Katniss."

Hm. I think. It doesn't sound that annoying coming from him.

"Be careful." He looks down at me.

My eyes flicker from each one of those ocean blue eyes.

He leans down and kisses me on the forehead before pushing me through the doors.

Not three seconds after I get inside, the close again and I'm being pulled away by two burly looking men.

"Katniss Everdeen?" One of them asks.

"Yes." I say while trying to wrestle my arm from his grip.

He doesn't say anything else put practically throws me into a small study room. The doors pull shut behind me and I sigh in exasperation.

"Sorry about that Katniss, we just wanted to make sure you, and you alone, arrived here." I turn to see President Snow staring down at me from behind a mahogany desk. "Now, before we begin I would like to ask you not to repeat anything you hear today. Agreed?"

I think about this for a second. "Agreed." Yeah right. Haymitch is of course dying to hear what happens. Peeta as well. And as awkward as it would be, Gale too. But whatever it is I'm not to repeat, it can't be good.

He smiles a cruel smile and gestures to the chair across from him.

I walk over and sit.

He smiles again. This time a smug, sly smile before drawing back the curtains, eliminating any sun in the room. "So, how have things been?" He sounds kind enough, but his face is accusing and his lips are pulled back into their usual grimace.

"Alright." I say.

"How's Peeta these days? What did they call him... oh yes. 'Lover boy'."

I try and smile kindly but it mustn't come out well because his eyes narrow. "He's fine. He's getting used to his new leg."

He nods. "And you're not nervous?"

"For the Games?" I shrug, try to act nonchalant. "Not really, no."

He raises his eyebrows. "How very fortunate." I puzzle over this as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm afraid we must move onto more pressing matters."

My heart picks up pace and I wipe my sweaty hands across my pants.

"Actually, it's concerning the upcoming Games." He stands up and paces back and forth behind me. "These Games are purely for your sake, Katniss. And after what happened last time, you can expect we aren't too happy." I hear him stifle a laugh. "Regardless, I would just like to let you know –" He pauses. I'm just about to turn around when he leans over my shoulder, pressing his lips to my ear. "If you try anything like what you did last time, anything even remotely close, we will blow you to bits in a matter of seconds. We don't need a winner, Katniss. We don't. So don't think it will save you." It doesn't take a genius to realize he's talking about the berries. He leans back and a shiver runs down my spine. "Understood?"

I nod mutely.

It's either me, one of the others or no one at all.

"Perfect." His lips pull up into a triumphant smile.

He steps off to the side. I see him grab a briefcase. "That's just about everything." He starts to turn the doorknob and I stand. "Oh! And I'll be seeing the other tribute as well... what's his name...." He ponders over this and I can almost hear the gears turning in my head.. "Grant! That's it! I'll be speaking with him as well, just to make things clear on the rules this year." He gives me one more smile before closing the door between us. My legs just about give way beneath me but I manage to stay standing by clutching frantically onto the doorknob.

I somehow manage to make it out of the door and tumble down the hallway to the front door. I ease it open and practically slide down the stairs. I sit on the bottom one, digging my heels into the earth.

"Katniss?" I hear footsteps and then an arm slides around me. I lean against Peeta grateful that he's here. "What happened? What did he want?"

I take a shaky breath. "He just wanted to talk to me about..." I look around remembering him saying not to repeat it. Even though it's nothing important. "He just told me that if I try something again, like the berries, he will blow me to smithereens before I can even lift a finger."

"That's all?" He laughs. I turn to look at him "Well, we kind of figured that." He leans back on his hands. "I thought it would be something worse. I guess he came just to intimidate you."

I consider this. It's probably true. I look down at my hands. "Well, he did say something else..."

He stops laughing. "What? What else did he say?"

I look up at him. "Peeta..."

Peeta bursts through his front door with such force that a small vase comes crashing to the floor about ten meters away.

"GRANT!" He bellows.

"Peeta," I reach for him but he moves away opening doors, screaming his brother's name.

"Peeta?" Mr. Mellark appears from behind one of the already open doors, followed by his wife and one older boy. "What's wrong?"

Peeta turns on them with such anger in his eyes that I take a step backward. "How could you!? Your own son! What? Having one son in the games isn't enough?" He gets right in front of his father, glaring into his eyes. "Where's Grant?"

I see Mr. Mellark sigh and hold up his hands in defense. "Peeta, I had no choice in the matter. Since you weren't being punished and they were missing a tribute, they came over and chose for us." He steps back. "I was willing to volunteer, but they wouldn't let me." He reaches for him. "Just calm down, Peeta."

Peeta jerks away. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down." He runs a hand angrily through his hair. "My little brother – my 13-year-old brother – is going to be fighting for his life while I sit home in luxury watching it all!" He turns and wipes a hand across his eyes.

Mr. Mellark is quiet for a while. "I know, Peeta, I have to watch it too. All over again."

I see Peeta's shoulders lump.

At the end of the hallway a door opens and a small figure starts to sneak away.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" Peeta turns on him, all signs of defeat gone, and points an accusing finger at him. I see a head turn our direction and gasp.

Apart from the hair, that's jet black like mine, he looks just like Peeta. His straight nose, his perfectly arched eyebrows, even the blue eyes are the same.

And I have to fight against this boy?

How am I ever going to get through this?

Grant sprints into another room and slams the door behind him. Peeta goes barrelling after him. I start to follow but a hand stops. Mr. Mellark shakes his head.

Peeta comes back out with Grant slung over his shoulder. Grant's legs are flying as he tries to get off, but Peeta's got one strong arm wrapped over him, securing him in place.

"Peeta," His mother says in a calm voice. "Try and see reasonably."

But he just brushes past her and walks out the front door.

This time Mr. Mellark doesn't s top me when I start following them. The whole I'm trying to get Peeta to put him down or to look at me or even just to say something. But he doesn't listen, he just keeps walking, ignoring everything anyone is saying.

Eventually Grant and I both give up and I give him an apologetic smile. He shrugs.

It's not another few minutes until Peeta stops walking and throws Grants off of his shoulder. I have absolutely no idea where we are, in an alley of some sorts, but no one else is anywhere nearby.

I guess there's a reason for that.

Peeta's head drops and I can see tears stream off of his chin onto the ground.

"Do you have any idea how hard this will be?" He says.

Grant doesn't say anything but he looks down.

Peeta continues. "Having to watch my brother fight against 23 other people?" Fight against Katniss. He doesn't say the words, but they hang in the cool air. "Having to watch him starve? Bleed? And the whole time, knowing it was my fault?"

His words envelope me in sadness. He has to watch that happen to two people. I don't even want to think about what would happen if Prim had been entered in the Games.

This gets Grant's attention. "It isn't your fault Peeta. You wouldn't have been able to stop it."

"No, but I could have prevented it." Grant doesn't say anything. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Grant smiles a sad smile. "I was trying to avoid this." He starts to laugh, but it turns into a sob. He covers his face with his hands and cowers into Peeta.

I feel like an outsider looking in. Watching two brothers cry together, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to say. Only knowing one thing.

That Peeta is going to have to lose someone he loves.

I'm pretty quite depressed about this chapter. I introduced a new character who is being brought to his emminent death and I just realized taht I based him off of my best friend. Damn. But, he hasn't been killed yet, so don't expect him to die. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Okay, anyways, if you haven't read Catching Fire yet, I suggest you go get it from the nearest book store of even get it off of your bookshelf if it's sitting there (although I don't understand why it would be sitting there, unread) AND READ IT NOW. Skip school if you have to! (don't really skip school, i'm just saying you should read it soon and fast).

The only downside is that it has the BIGGEST CLIFF HANGER EVER. I won't go into detail about anything, I won't spoil it for you guys. And you know what? WE HAVE TO WAIT A YEAR FOR THE NEXT ONE TO COME OUT. I'm going to pass out from having to wait so long. It's EXCRUTIATING.

Alright, I'll let you go.

If anyone who's read it would like to rant about it PLEASE PLEASE PM me. My sisters don't want to hear it and my friends are sick of it. ;)

Thank you for reading and review please!!!!

xXMystXx