Hunger Games

when i walk on da girls be looking like, he gonna die. i need to be fed luckily my job is to make the bread. this is how i roll pants on fuoco outta control. i'm that fool with the strong culo arms, when the cameras go up i turn on my charms. girl look at that body. (3 times)
i bake bread! girl look at that body (3 times) i bake bread! when i walk outside this is what i see, Katniss Everdeen is looking at me, i got a loaf in my hand and i ain't afraid to throw it, ( 4 times) i'm peeta and i know it! ( 4 times) when im at the games im painted like a rock trying to survive the days. when im in a...

Rue spun the bottle and returned to her sede, sedile quickly.

And it landed on…

Haymitch.

Everyone looked between him and Rue.

Haymitch hiccupped.

"Ahh… Truth o dare?" Rue asked, not certain on what she'll ask him to do o say.

Haymitch hiccupped again, still very much drunk. "I like cactuses. They look funny."

Silence.

"Okay," Rue said, confused. "Ahh, this wasn't my domanda though."

"Did te ever try to hug a cactus?"

Beetee nodded his head importantly. "It's not a nice feeling."

"No. No, it is not," Haymitch agreed solemnly.

Rue scratched her head. "Ahh, Haymitch, sir, can you, please, just… pick truth...

Xi Omega, Arthur Connell, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark looked over the whole Alpha Shade Army the smell of rotten corpses filled the air, Xi looked down at the lupo Ninja, they had only meet twice before both times in Jasper National Park with Humphrey, Kate, Lilly, Garth, Fire, Water and the Doctor, Xi never found out who the lupo Ninja was, now was his chance “Hello lupo Ninja” he detto “Long time no see, still no idea on your identity, still guesting” he detto “Well te will have to keep guesting, Alpha Shades, kill them” detto the lupo Ninja and in a secondo of hearing that...

I spend the rest of the reaping giorno locked in my room, huddled in a ball, trying not to think of Peeta and the painful, dreadful days to come. My mother never tries to talk to me o intrude on me; she must know how I feel, because she loves Peeta too.
When it's suppertime, all she does is crack my door open and slip the plate of Cibo onto my bedside tavolo and run back out. I don't eat much of the pesce o green beans, just pick microscopic pieces of the Cibo off and play with it, bored.
When the lights go out and noises cease, I whimper softly into my pillow. Could it really have been this afternoon...