A New Perspective

Chapter1: Bloody Napkins

It's not an easy job," Plutarch tells us. He is still bitter about the fact that we got his job and apparently his 'passion'.

"That's kind of obvious," Peeta dead pans.

I chuckle, "So what do we do?"

"As gamemakers, you must make sure that the audience is satisfied with the number of deaths and that they are enjoying the show," Plutarch walks up to the door of our bedroom. We are all still in District 1, but we will soon be headed to District 2 after the reaping.

"What's the arena like this year?" Peeta questions.

Plutarch shakes his head, "Not so fast baker boy. You'll find out as soon as they are done building it."

"They aren't finished yet?" I almost choke on the water I was gulping down. They usually finish the arenas years before the games happen.

Plutarch opens the door to our room, "It's complicated."

"Sure," I scoff. I throw myself onto the soft bed.

"You two better come down for dinner today. Why weren't you guys at dinner yesterday?" he asks.

Peeta plops himself down on the bed beside me, "Annie had her baby yesterday, don't you remember?"

"Was that what all the commotion was about?" he inquires obliviously.

I nod, "We had to take her to a birth station and the closest one is the one at the edge of District 1, so we missed dinner."

Plutarch nods, "Well come tonight."

"We'll try our best," Peeta replies, brushing some stray hair away from my face.

When Plutarch was halfway through our door, he turned around, "Katniss? Peeta?"

We both turn our heads in his direction, with focused eyes.

"Being a gamemaker will be more different then anything you have ever experienced. I'm sure you guys feel horrible with that position right now, but a new perspective could be fun," with that he walks out.

"I don't think so," I mutter to myself.

At dinnertime, everyone is babbling about Annie's new son.

"I don't get what the racket is about," I tell Peeta and Gale. I never would've thought that I'd have a normal conversation with both of them at the same time.

Gale shoves some mashed potatoes in his mouth, "It's a baby, Katniss. New borns are always so exciting for everyone."

"Not Katniss," Peeta laughs and Gale joins along.

The reason I don't like babies is because, back in the time when the Hunger Games were still around, each new born meant another child to be tortured mentally by the Capitol. I never wanted my own children and I still don't to this day.

It's weird seeing both Gale and Peeta getting along together so well. Ever since our wedding, they've acted like childhood friends being reunited, which is completely bogus because they've clearly not liked each other in the past.

"Hey Gale," Johanna comes and sits on Gale's lap.

Johanna and Gale are something I can't quite get yet, even if it has been almost a year since they've began dating.

It's really weird because Peeta and my marriage is on the same day Gale and Johanna began dating, so our anniversary is technically the same day. I'm pretty sure that they'll have it arranged that we'll have a double date on our anniversaries after the 2nd annual Capitol Games.