Chapter 8
A Blast from the Not So Far Past
Maxen and I was hustled out of the building and onto the train.
"We are so very very late" chanted Capital Hag. I still didn't know her name, and seeing how it looked like we where gonna be spending a lot of time together (before I was wrapped up for slaughter) it might make sense if I learned her name.
As if Max could read my mind he asked Capital Hag what her friends called her, "Well my friends call me Effie, but you may call me and she may call me Effie." She? Oh she meant me.
"Wait a minute, do you like sweet little Lily here over me? The drop dead gorgeous Maxen Maddox, I must say this is a first, having a beautiful women not swoon over me." he said. As if all she heard was "Beautiful women," she blushed and started swooning over him. Boys.
We were about to leave, but then Effie remembered that we where forgetting someone. "Where is that boy?" she mused. "What boy?" I asked her.
"Peeta Mellark, your mentor." Peeta. He was in the games with aunt Katniss. They both ended up winning the games, but after a rebellion Katniss had been hanged by the Capital and Peeta and the other victor Haymitch Abernathy where forced to watch, along with my mom. Sense then he had moved to the victor's village and panted and backed bread. Haymitch had killed himself after aunt Katniss' death. He and Katniss apparently had always bickered, but when she died, it had been too hard for him so he stabbed himself in the neck. Now Peeta Mellark is the only surviving victor left of district Twelve.
