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Unexpected

Katniss

I threw my bag over my shoulder and Prim and I walked to school. She chattered quietly to me, and picked flowers along the dusty road leading into town. I was surprised when my mother told me that she and Mr. Mellark used to date. I wonder if Peeta knew or not?

I waved good-bye at Prim and she heads off into the lower school. High school kids loiter around outside the upper school, but I don't really have anyone to gossip with so I head straight inside. I walk to my first class, art, and sling my bag over the back of my chair. The classroom is almost full, but the desk beside me is empty, Peeta's desk was empty. Where was he? He was almost always early, especially for art.

The bell rang, and the teacher walked in, followed by a frazzled Peeta. His hair was a mess, and I'm pretty sure he had icing on the collar of his shirt. A giggle escapes my lips, and almost everyone in the class turns around in their seats searching for the sound. I try and play it cool, most people wouldn't expect that sound to come from me anyways so they turn away perplexed.

"Thank-you for joining us Mr. Mellark," Mr. Brandon, our art teacher, says icily, "Take a seat."

Kids in our class snicker as Peeta walks awkwardly to his seat.

"Hey" He whispers to me.

Mr. Brandon begins his lesson so I nod back in Peeta's direction.

"Alright class, today we are going to be painting." Mr. Brandon begins, as my peers either cheer or groan.

I groan as art was not my thing. My artistic ability ended pretty much at stick people. I look over at Peeta who is smiling hugely. Peeta was an incredible artist; he had a lot of practice with all the cakes he iced in the bakery.

Mr. Brandon continued to teach the lesson as he passed out art supplies, "So today we are going to be painting a scene from one of your favourite memories. Maybe it's a memory of a birthday party, or a memory that you and your friends might share. It doesn't matter use your imagination, you have until the end of this period to complete it."

I sit back in my chair thinking. What was I going to draw? Most of my favourite memories were of Gale and I in the woods, like the first time we took down a deer, or the time we found that strawberry bush. However, considering going in the woods was illegal and the fact that poaching carried severe punishment, those memories were probably not the best to share.

I decided to paint the time my father took me to the lake for the first time. I remember that being such a happy time, and it was one of the best memories I shared with my father. I look over at Peeta who was already hard at work, eyebrows creased in concentration.

"Where were you today?" I ask Peeta as I dip my paintbrush into the blue.

"I was at the bakery finishing off some cakes." He doesn't even look at me as he speaks.

"Before school?" I ask perplexed. He never worked before school.

"Uh yah, the bakery is always busy around this time."

"What time is that?" There were no holidays or anything around this time.

"People think the games will be over in the next couple of days, and custom cakes need to be ordered a week or two in advance." He shrugs.

"Oh" I say, but my heart beats faster. A few more days and Gale would hopefully be home, however Madge would be too. I frown.

Peeta laughs, "Why are you so sullen?"

"No reason" I answer turning away.

We work in silence for about a half hour or so. My painting, to my surprise, was actually going pretty well. The lake was a shimmering blue, and the sky was perfectly clear. The little girl in the painting was smiling from ear to ear as she doggy paddled around the shallow bay. Peeta peeks at my painting, "Is that you and your father?" He asks.

"Yeah, he used to take me swimming when I was little." I smile, "What did you paint?"

"You will have to wait and find out." He says mysteriously.

"Ugh, can you just tell me," I sigh, "You know I hate surprises."

"Nope, you'll just have to wait and find out."

"When can I find out?" I ask in my sweetest voice possible.

"How about tomorrow at dinner with my family?" He answered.

I practically dropped my paint brush, that was not expected. I didn't think he would want me at his house, me being form the Seam and all. What would his parents think of me? I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of almost stage-fright, and I hadn't even responded to his offer. He probably though I was crazy, "I would love to come to dinner tomorrow." I answer honestly.

He smiles hugely, "Great"

"You promise that you'll show me you're painting then?" I ask jokingly, knowing that Peeta wouldn't lie to me.

"Cross my heart and hope to die." He says holding a hand to his chest.

I laugh, "I'll hold you to that one."

"I know" He answers simply.

Madge

I had one-upped Katniss, but of course I couldn't enjoy the moment because the ground started to violently shake. We started to run just as we had before. It seemed like we had run forever, but the ground didn't stop shaking. I was blue in the face, and gasping for breath when it finally slowed. We broke through the trees and to our surprise we could actually see the cornucopia peeking through the trees.

"What do we do?" I asked Gale.

"Well, the Gamemakers are obviously trying to push us together," He said, "So the others are probably not that far off."

Made sense. The Gamemakers wanted to push us together for the climax of the games, the final fight. I searched the expanse of the cornucopia, but didn't see anybody. Then I saw a flicker of green against the golden cornucopia.

"Gale!" I whispered pointing at the cornucopia, "Look"

He followed my finger, but then he looked at me confused, "What?"

"Don't you see it?" I ask, how could he not?

"No" He sighs.

"Right there, I see something moving!" I whine exasperated.

He looks again, "Wait, I see it now"

Just then a fiery-red head emerged from inside the cornucopia. I gasp, it was the girl from District seven who had escaped from the careers. She had been hiding in the cornucopia. It was a good idea I had to admit because she wasn't that big, making running her prime defence. She hadn't seen us yet, because we ducked behind a high bush, but she would eventually.

"What should we do?" I ask Gale.

"I don't know, shoot her I guess..." He countered.

"Okay," I let out a cry, but we had to do it, "Do you think the arrow will reach that far?"

Gale gives me a cocky smile, "Of course, its Gale Hawthorne you're dealing with."

"Oh right, I forgot" I answer lamely, not in the mood for teasing.

The girl had her back to us, but I wasn't sure what she was doing. Gale crouched down, and strung an arrow letting it fly when he was sure he had the perfect aim. However, as he released the arrow, the girl heard a sound and flattened her body to the ground. The arrow flew through the sky but didn't make contact with her, instead it skidded across the sandy ground.

"Crap" Gale says as the girl looks in our direction. She obviously knew where the arrow came from, she had seen Gale shoot in training. However, whatever she had heard had her distracted. She hoisted herself from the ground, arrow in hand and bolted in the opposite direction. But when she was almost at the tree line, a blonde haired girl grabbed her from the back. The boy who was her district partner appeared next.

The blonde girl had the red-head pinned to the ground with her arms behind her back. I could hear the girl crying, and her distant pleas. However they were to no avail, because the boy slit her throat. The canon fired and they gave each other high-fives. They watched with smirks on their faces as the hovercraft came to retrieve the body. Their obnoxious grins made me want to jump out of the bush and beat them, but I didn't think that was a good idea for my survival so I settled with crying into Gale's shoulder instead.