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On to chapter 4!:

PEETA'S POV:

I was seriously trying hard not to vomit. An extremely proud Effie was sitting next to me and I didn't want her to feel bad. She spent 4 hours cooking a very well done chicken and another 4 making a broth. The chicken really wasn't that bad but the broth… I looked over at Katniss who was trying to swallow her broth. I took a sip of broth and almost choked. Effie didn't seem to notice; she actually thought I liked it. "Peeta! You must really like the broth! Would you like some more?" Effie was practically jumping up and down in her seat.

I couldn't crush her excitement. "Of course. You did a pretty good job with the cooking." She immediately poured more into my bowl. Her smile was platinum white, and it was so wide, her face looked like it was at its stretching limit. Haymitch and Katniss were staring at me dumbfounded. Their lips formed a perfect "o". I chuckled and said, "Hey, I think Katniss and Haymitch want more broth. Their bowls are almost empty!"

"Excellent!", Effie said. Just as she was going to pour more broth into Haymitch's bowl, he blurted out, "No! No! I'm full! Trust me! Katniss, you take my portion! You deserve it sweetheart." I smiled widely as Katniss shot a deadly glare at him. Effie seemed confused and unwillingly placed the ladle back in the pot. We all breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

I helped Katniss clean up the dishes. Haymitch and Effie were having another one of their discussions that we weren't invited to. They talked for hours and didn't yell once. I guess they were starting to finally get along.

Katniss was getting frustrated because she couldn't get a firm hold on one of the pots. It kept slipping from her grasp and clanging against the metal sink. "Why can't I wash a simple pot?" She threw the pot down and held her head in her hands. The water was rushing against the pot making a smooth sound that seemed to calm her a bit.

"Here I'll take over", I knew how to clean. Plus, watching people struggle made me feel upset. I saw her physically relax. "Thank you", she whispered. We switched spots and she sat on the dining table.

I washed and she waited. I thought she might leave but I was wrong. Katniss stayed until I finished every pot, pan, spoon, and fork. I kept glancing over to make sure that she was comfortable and alright. She wasn't sleeping, just sitting looking over at my direction occasionally seeming content.

When I finished, I dried my hands on a towel and walked over to her. "It's late. We should head and try and catch some sleep. Or if you wanted to just relax I'll walk you over to the lounge car." I didn't really want to be alone just yet but it was up to her. I'd let her do whatever she wanted.

Katniss stood up and lazily walked over to me. She was tired but didn't seem sleepy. "Can you draw something for me?" I was confused by the question. I didn't think she noticed me drawing. "I don't think I'm that good at it", I said. It was true, my drawing was amateur. "Peeta, I know that you draw very well. This is important. I really need you to do this for me." When I saw the emotion in her eyes, I knew this request wasn't something to be ignored. "Katniss, I can't say no", I said. "Now what is it that you would like me to draw?" She smiled and it made me warm. Though the smile didn't stay for long. She looked sad. "I… I want you to draw a picture of me. If I…don't make it when we go in the Games…I want my sister to be able to look at me and know that I am watching over her all the time." She really was sad. I couldn't blame her. She had a sweet adorable sister that everyone loved and a caring mother that seemed shy but loved her daughters and wanted nothing but the best for them.

I lifted her chin up so I could make eye contact. I smiled and said, "I will make sure that you will be able to see you family. Don't be so upset. You know my mother actually thinks there is going to be a winner this year…you. And I believe that she's right. You have the will-power, strength, and the sincerity that you need to accomplish winning." She seemed stunned but I continued, "Let's go into one of the Cool Cars and get started."

I gently tugged at her hand and she followed. The Cool Car was a room that had a low temperature that always kept it…cool. When you walked in, you would immediately feel as if a beach has taken place of the car. The rug had a sandy color and was soft to the tough. The walls were a calming blue with seaweed pictures hanging off the walls. The furniture was pure white and the chairs were light beige. This was the perfect spot for Katniss to be remembered.

"Just wait right here. Let me get my drawing supplies." I practically ran to my room gathering a bunch of papers in my arms and grabbing a few charcoal pencils.

I took a deep breath before entering the room. As I walked in I saw Katniss relaxing in a large arm chair. There were great, big glass windows on one side of the car. She was looking out in the distance with a gracious look upon her.

"You ready?" I didn't want to disturb her but I couldn't stare at her all night. "Oh absolutely", she said. Pulling her legs out, she sat up strait and folded her hands. I chuckled a bit. It was nice that she thought she needed to be so proper. "Katniss for the picture you need to be yourself, not someone that looks like they have Capitol written all over them." She smiled at me and said, "Ok, you're the boss. How should I sit?"

"Sit as if Prim was in your lap", I said as I set up the papers. She did as she was told and looked as comfortable as a person could be. I was happy I had a chance to see this side of her. It felt normal.

"Now you better shake yourself a bit because if you want a clear picture…movement isn't key. In this case movement is very bad." I put it to her flatly but kept a smile on my face. She realized what I meant and made a statue like appearance. I began to draw.

It wasn't hard. Drawing was like breathing to me. Taking in her surroundings I began to sketch out the figures. Once I was happy with the pale figures on the paper, I started to draw Katniss.

Starting with her hair, I began to trace small strokes on to the sheet. Then I formed them around a slender circle, representing her face. I looked up and down frequently checking to make sure that this was perfect. It had to be. If I messed up I would surely fell distraught.

I felt good about what I was drawing and I loved the person that the drawing was about

Im sorry this was so short I haven't had much time AT ALL!

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