I step off the train with Gale, our hands locked together. I take a deep breath as flashing lights and cameras are locked onto us. I squint my eyes from the blinding lights. Questions are thrown at us like we're caged animals. The questions stop as Gale and I are sat down on a bench. The questions then come back like a tsunami with no end. I manage to make out questions about if me and Gale were to take our relationship seriously or not. Soon enough, everything quiets down as people are called on to ask us questions. A thin man with a black hat stands up.
"Did you think you would win the Hunger Games?" The man asks, cameras locking onto our faces. Gale starts to shake a little.
"No. We thought one of us would die, honestly." I answer as the crowd of reporters eagerly write down the information I just gave. Another reporter stands.
"Are you going to take your relationship more seriously?" The reporter asks. My eyes widen slightly. How could they want such private information?
"That is something for me and Katniss to decide in privacy." Gale answers. I look at him with relief. Before I even know it, more reporters swarm us from behind. They start to push Gale away from me. I panic as I start to get pushed farther away as well.
"LET MY BOYFRIEND GO!" I scream bewildered. I then close my mouth, my hands flying onto my mouth. Everyone stops and stares at me. I try to hide my face, but its no use. Gale looks at me astonished. I feel the stare of everyone on me. I quickly run into Gale's arms, embarrassed and scared. What were the reporters going to ask us now? The reporters then throw a million questions at us.
"Everyone back it up NOW!" A familiar voice yells. I look up to see the one face I least expected to see. It was Prim. Everyone backed up, looking at Prim like she was a monster. I run into her arms with Gale behind me.
"Lets leave while we can." I whisper, walking away with the both of them.