Peeta and I had just arrived in the capitol to participate in the 75th hunger games.
It was horrible.
I just couldn't imagine having to be in the games again, and the worst part was that this time one of us had to die.
That's what I was most worr...
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After breakfast Plutchart called me to a meeting. I entered the room and started to tell what I had thought about.
"I've decided to be your mockingjay."
Alma Smiled and nodded contentedly, interrupting my speech,
"but I've got my conditions!" I tried to continue, but got interrupted by Plutchart laughing and whispering something to Alma. I coughed and managed to call their attention.
"As I was saying, I'm accepting the charge of being your Mockingjay but I've got some conditions."
I was very irritated by their lack of respect and they didn't seemed to care at all.
"And what would your conditions be?" Asked Alma, finally.
"My conditions are simple: Peeta and Johanna get saved and pardoned for all their errors, they shouldn't be called traitors anymore," I answered firmly, "Oh, and my sister gets to keep the cat!"
"No!" Said Alma.
Frustration and anger invaded my body, and I couldn't do anything, but exploding.
"You are so crazy!" I said with anger, "You are so out of your mind! You've got the damming opportunity of having the perfect Mockingjay and you just destroy it by denying to save two of your people who by the way are excellent fighters, but you can't even see it. You guys are monsters whitout any feelings! You're ugly!"
My words had become louder each time I opened my mouth and I ended up breathing heavily as I rested from my speech, after which was a big silent.
Suddenly Plutchart started to clap, astonished. "That's her! That's our Mockingjay!" He said, excited.
"I can see what you mean... Ok, it's a deal, but if you fail to do your duties the deal will be off and your friends will stay in the capitol."Alma concluded. I nodded my head in agreement and Plutchart invited me to go out of the room.
An hour later I headed to the dinner room and found something that brightened my day: Effie was sitting in a table talking to Plutchart.
"Hi!" She sweetly said as she hugged me.
"Hi!" I answered, almost crying.
She invited me to sit down with her and so I did.
"I'm so glad you're here!" I said.
"Me too, seriously this place is a mess, they make me wear this horrible uniform and don't let me put any of my wigs on."
She seemed very frustrated and out of place
"Well you look good anyways." I smiled at her, trying to make her feel better, but even smiling back, it was obvious that that hadn't help her and her appearance seemed to be annoying her constantly.
"Well that's not important now.", she said, putting away her thoughts and trying to make the situation look better for her. "I have to give you something." She handed me a black book.
I opened it nervously and saw what it was.
"Is this?..." I asked melancholic.
"Yes Cinna's draws."
I started to see turn the pages as tears ran through my cheeks.
"Look, he always wanted you to be the Mockingjay." She pointed at the page I was in. A gorgeous black war dress was show in it. "We don't have the dress, but we will do whatever it's in our hand to make it identical to Cinna's draw." She explained with a smile.
"I'm sure it will be perfect!"
We continued talking and after a while I felt someone's hands in my eyes.
"Finnick, I know it's you!" I said.
"Yes I am, and I've got a surprise for you!" He whispered, with a sexy tone of voice. I turned around and saw my sister Prim.
"Prim!" I said and hugged her strongly.
"Hi!" She said and I started to cry
"Mom gave me my cat. Thank you really much!" She said.
"You're so welcome little duck!" I kissed her nose and she smiled shily.
"I found dad's photo as well..." I sighed, the events that had happened in district twelve were terrible and I hoped that it hadn't affected her too much.
"This must be your sister Prim!" Said Effie and stood up in order to give her two kisses. "You surely have to be proud of your sister."
I blushed at her statement.
"Really I'm not someone to be proud of...." I tried to convince them.
"Of course you are, you've started all this, whit out you rebels would have no hope!" Effie explained.
"Yeah that's right! That's why I wanted to say to you the whole time..." Finnick said looking at me with an ironic look. "Well, If you really think that..." I laughed.
"And how are little duck?" I asked my sister, but got interrupted by Alma. "Katniss we need you right now, please head to the filming room! Effie come with us." She commanded us.
"If you excuse us for a second..." Said Effie and we went to the filming room.
The filming was frankly terrible, I had to raise my arch and make a motivated call to the rebels, but I messed it totally up every time I tried to say it : I either said it with too less enthusiasm or stuttered the whole thing.
"If you keep saying it like that, maybe the Capitol will show your speak to make the rebels see how pathetic we are." Haymitch said, entering in the filming room. I smiled at him, but he looked at me with an angry look.
"That's not the Katniss I know, not the one that should be the Mockingjay." He complained.
"Am I to free spirited for you?" I asked, trying to provoke him.
"No too less, you are like the princess the Capitol always wanted you to be."
His words leaved me speechless. Why was he saying I was like a princess when I literally didn't care about other's opinion and did whatever I wanted?
"Ok, try it again!" Plutchart said, interrupting my thoughts. I did it again and this time it wasn't so bad then the other times, but the others still found it emotionless.
"See? A product, no personality!" Haymitch said.
I flipped even more out and got really mad and frustrated. "
What?" I asked, disbelieving his words.
"What you've heard!"
I had never seen him so furious with me, he was just acting completely mean and I hated that with all my being.
"I hate you!" I screamed and ran to the stairs. "Katniss.." Said Effie, trying to make me see reason, but that didn't helped.
"Piss off!" I answered her and ran downstairs in tears.
