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The Hunger Games: The Gale Edition
Chapter Three
Gale
I was still in a sour mood after I left for bed. I wanted to cry but the last time I cried was when my father died in the mine explosion when I was thirteen. Katniss was eleven. So I couldn't cry, not after not crying for five years.
I also didn't want to look like I had been crying in the morning, with red, puffy eyes. That was not the way to make Katniss love me. She would think I was weak and pathetic, not strong and tough like she thought I was.
The next morning, I was still in a sour mood.
"Why are you in such a bad mood?" Haymitch asked as I stormed into the room.
Haymitch I were the only ones in the room. Good. I don't want Katniss to know that I'm planning to protect her in the Hunger Games. Effy hadn't attempted to get me up with "Up up up! It's going to be a big big big day! "
"Katniss and I are both going to go into the Hunger Games. I don't know if you heard, considering you were drunk and fell off the stage, but I'm-" I hesitated, unsure of why I was telling him this. "In love with her. Only one of us can come out alive- her- and Peeta Mellark is also in love with her, when she gets back from the Hunger Games, she will fall in love with Peeta, a reasonably well off guy, while my dead body is in the Capitol. And even if I hadn't gone into the Hunger Games, and Peeta had gone in, she wouldn't have fallen in love with me, a boy from the Seam, when she was rich and lived in the Winner's Houses! She would fall in love with some rich- or as rich as you can get in District Twelve! "
Effy came in. "Oh! There you are! I was beginning to think you'd ran away! "
Katniss rushed over to hug me. "Effy told me you were missing! I thought you'd ran away and maybe the Capitol had found you! "
"It's okay Catnip," I used my old nickname for her, one I hadn't used since we before the Reaping.
Katniss
When Effy came in my room that first day at the training centre, looking panicked, I demanded to know what was wrong, not sure if she would tell me. When she told me Gale was missing, I asked her if she'd checked the dining room where we had the hot chocolate for the first time, I tried dipping my bread in, curious to see if it tasted good. It did. I hoped that there was more on offer this morning. And every mealtime until we went into the arena. I suppressed a shudder at the thought of going into the arena. It was better me than Prim. She should live a little and besides, she was more use than I was, she could save others' lives. I couldn't. I was squeamish at the sight of blood.
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