The Hunger Games- Madge

Chapter 8

I awake with the Peacekeepers (the wonderful amazing superawesomemegafoxyhot people) towering over me. My head feels foggy. "Wha- what the hell happened?" I ask.

President Snow comes over to me. "You had an---accident." he says. An ACCIDENT?

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaat? I peed?" I ask. My voice goes shrill and President Snow's white rose begins to droop.

"No--" Snow starts.

"You know what? I'm calling you Santa." I say.

"My name isn't--" he starts but I cut him off.

"No!" I shout. "You're Santa."

"But--"

"NO."

He shakes his head. "You're special."

More people calling me special? I gasp. "Thank you, Santa."

He facepalms. I get those a lot. He whispers something.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing," he says. "Just that you'll die quickly."

I put my hands on my hips. "Well, SANTA. That is NOT very nice. I'm telling your elves on you. Just like that Cinna guy. He's your elf. I'm telling him."

Santa points to the door.

"You know, that's a nice door, but you shouldn't be showing me. You should show Effie."

A peacekeeper grabs my shoulder. "HEY BITCH." I say. "GET YOUR HAND OFF MY SHOULDER YOU RAPIST."

The Peacekeeper leads me out the door. "What the fuck was that?" he asks, taking my hand off my shoulder.

I shrug. "Just take me back to prison." I say.

***

When I get back to my room I go to the window. It's dark outside. I need company. I walk to Peeta's room and find him sitting in his room. I don't even knock. I walk right in.

"What the hell!" he says.

"What?" I ask turning around. "WHAT?"

"You just walked right into my room."

"Yeah, so? Effie did it to me."

"I don't care! I need privacy." he says.

"Look, I'm sorry okay?"

"No."

"Oh, well, awkward." I run my fingers through my hair.

Peeta sits on his bed and doesn't say anything. i don't either for a while.

I break the silence. "Let's try to be friends." I say.

"What's the point?" he asks.

"I like friends." I say. "I already have the black man as a friend and Santa."

"Wait, the black man is Cinna and Santa is--?" he asks.

"Snow." I say. "I like Santa better than Snow."

He smiles and nods. "Okay, then."

"Yeah," I say. "Soo, friends?"

"I guess."

"So." I say. "Lets do that thing friends do."

Peeta looks at me funny. "What thing?"

"I don't know. I've never had a friend, unless you count Katniss." I say.

Peeta smiles as I say her name. Katniss. He looks in a daze.

"Peeta?" I snap my fingers in his face. "PEETA?"

He goes out of daze. "Sorry."

"Anyways, my only other friend was Katniss. But, I don't think we're friends. I called her a bitch at the reaping and stuff." I grab onto the sheets and bite my lip.

Peeta seems dazed everytime I say her name. "OMIGOD." I scream. "YOU LIKE KATNISS??"

Peeta blushes. "No." he denies.

"Yes you do."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO I DON'T."

"Okaay. Deny it."

"I will deny it."

"It's okay to admit your feelings."

"So, are you nervous about training tomorrow?" he asks. He's obviously trying to change the subject.

"Stop trying to change the subject." I glare.

"Okay, fine I admit it."

I practicly dance around the room. "I KNEWWWWWWW IT." I say.

"Shut up." he says.

"It's okay." I sit down. "I like Gale." I grin.

Peeta bites his lip hard. "Gale?" he says. I hear fury in his voice.

"Yes, Gale." I say.

"I hate him."

"OHHH NO YOU DIDN'T."

"Sorry, but--" he starts. "Soorry, I just think he likes Katniss."

I nod my head. "True, True."

I bite my cheek. I taste blood. "I'm scared." I admit.

"Scared?" he asks.

"About training. About the games. About, well, everything."

"Me too." he also admits.

I sigh. "I just- I don't know."

He gets up. "C'mon."

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"You'll see." he replies.

And with that, we skip down the hallway, as friends. As allies.