Sorry this chapter is so short… I'll update again soon to make up for it! Pinky-swear! Haha, well enjoy and comment if you can! I don't and never will own The Hunger Games! Well, I bought the book, but you know what I mean….

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The phone rang on and on and on. Its ring slicing through the air, demanding me to answer it. Instead I'm watching the dust swirl through the air. I exhale and they scatter away, perhaps frightened by the wind or simply pushed away. The ringing stopped.

In truth, I was in denial. I want to go to the forest more than anything, but… Who in their right mind would join me? Fighting for survival everyday, losing all dignity… In truth I want people to go with me. I don't want to lose all connection with humanity either… But maybe I did. If humanity was killing off your children and starving others then I wanted no part in it. In truth, I also want to be alone. I want isolation from so called humans. I have my handful I can still trust, though…

The phone made me jump again. Who on earth would keep calling me like this? I grunt and push myself off the couch and towards the phone. A bird is singing outside the kitchen window and I pause to listen. The next ring drives the bird away.

"H'lo?" I say, sounding as impatient as I was.

"Katniss." The voice belongs to Gale. I haven't heard from him since I killed coin. I realize I'm still mad at him for not shooting me. That was our mutual agreement. If in the hands of the Capitol or an enemy, kill the half in danger. I broke that promise in the Capitol, but I never though he would too.

"What do you want, Gale?" I snap. There was a pause. "You there?"

"Yeah," he mutters. "Katniss, you got to answer the phone more often. I don't have all the time in the world to wait and see if you'll pick up."

"Oh, don't you? What with your 'fancy job' and all I suppose you wouldn't." Why am I so angry? I didn't shoot him so he didn't shoot me. We both turned out fine anyways. We'll, fine being alive.

"There's no fancy job. I'm in 13. What the hell are you talking about?" he says.

"What…" Haymitch. Next time I see him will be the last.

He laughs. "Haymitch, no?" I nod then realize body gestures aren't transported through the phone.

"Yeah, he was most likely drunk when he delivered the message…"

He laughed without humor once. "Well, drunk lies to the side, I was wondering something…"

"What now?"

He sniffed. "Haymitch called, saying you're headed to the forest… You planning on going solo?"

That was unlike Haymitch to tell my plans to someone. "I don't know yet."

"Well," he says. "If you are interested, I'm willing to go along"

"Of course you are," I sigh. I hate talking through the phone. I want to see him in person. "Take the train done here tomorrow if you're serious."

"I AM serious, Katniss," he says. "I want to go with you. The districts weren't made for people like us."

"Yeah. See you then." I hung up. The phone rang. I moaned.

"What, Gale?"

"It's me."

The voice is Peeta's.