When little Peeta first sees little Katniss in her red plaid dress and two braids
When little Peeta knows he’s a goner
When little Peeta tries to work up the nerve to talk to little Katniss
and without success
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‘You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.
“Real,”
Sick and disoriented, I’m able to form one thought:
Peeta Mellark just saved my life.
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There was a clatter in the bakery and I heard the woman screaming again and the sound of a blow, and I vaguely wondered what was going on. Feet sloshed toward me through the mud and I thought, It’s her. She’s coming to drive me away with a stick. But it wasn’t her. It was the boy. In his arms, he carried two large loaves of bread that must have fallen into the fire because the crusts were scortched black.
“We’re all wasting time! I’ll go finish her and let’s move on!”
I almost fall out of the tree. The voice belongs to Peeta.
Before I am even aware of my actions, my bow is loaded with the arrow pointed straight at his heart. Peeta raises his eyebrows and I see the knife has already left his hand on its way to the lake where it splashes in the water. I drop my weapons and take a step back, my face burning in what can only be shame.
“No,” he says. “Do it.” Peeta limps toward me and thrusts the weapons back in my hands.
“I can’t,” I say. “I won’t.”
“Do it. Before they send those mutts back or something. I don’t want to die like Cato,” he says.
Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it’s not me.
It’s Primrose Everdeen.
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Happy Valentines day to my precious followers! Remember, if everyone is getting roses and you’re not.. Think of President Snow! ;) I feel like these shold have come out a long time ago so I could have givem them to my friends.
