Soon enough, it was time to board the train. The train that only really ever leads to a hellhole. I start to tremble. What if we never get out? What If our child dies? What if- peeta notices me trembling."We will be fine, katniss.." "But what if-" "there is no 'What ifs'. We will make it out. I promise you." He might be right.
"Hey even if we don't make it out.. atleast we are together, right?"I give him a nod. I don't want him to die but if he does, I would like to die with him.
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We arrive to district 11, aka Rue's district. I have to give a speech, but I'm not using the tiny paper. After peeta was done his speech, I spoke up. It was painful, but I bet the families are in more pain then I am right now. I felt really bad about the man who got shot.. he didn't deserve to die.
We arrive back into the train, sitting down at the tables. traveling to the district 10, 9, 8.. I couldn't count anymore. My thoughts were on the baby and peeta. How could we survive when President snow rules with a shiny iron fist? No, make that diamond. Hard to break, but still possible with the right pressure.
I could never forgive myself if I let everyone down.. I grip the seat harder, trying to get these thoughts out of my head because it won't do any good at the moment. "Hey, it's ok katniss." Peeta holds my hand . we knew we were gonna most likely die.
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The (little) Spark
Romancekatniss,the girl on fire, a 17 year old, going into arena.. with a.. little..flame.
