Peeta?" I Creep Along The Bank. "well,

Peeta?" I Creep Along The Bank. "well, Don't Step On Me.

Fire Beats Roses Again.

I Can See The First Apple Teetering When I Let The Third Arrow Go, Catching The Torn Flap And Ripping It From The Bag. For A Moment, Everything Seems Frozen In Time. Then The Apples Spill To The Ground And I'm Blown Backward Into The Air.

Taking The Kids From Our Districts, Forcing Them To Kill One Another While We Watch – This Is The Capitol’s Way Of Reminding Us How Totally We Are At Their Mercy.

Don't. Don't Let's Pretend When There's No One Around.