PRIM'S POV
"Yes!" I think to myself. Haymitch is helping Peeta which makes it more likely for him to win, instead of me. Good. Now I just need him to focus on Peeta, and for me to be hidden away. But of course Peeta won't stand for that, and he says,
"What about Primrose? She's also a tribute," My mentor's ice-cold blue eyes are now fixed on me. Damn you Peeta! Haymitch shakes his head, raises his shoulders and says, "You have any skills sweetheart?" I just quickly shake my head and continue to eat, however I know my fellow tribute will not stand for it and tell him my secret skill I use in the woods with Katniss, so I might as well tell him myself.
"I can climb trees pretty fast and quietly, back in our district I pick fruit and eggs from high trees sometimes. And I trade them along with my goat's milk and cheese." I say quietly. I don't mention my sister's hunting, since it is illegal. For a while, he just stares into my eyes then begins to nod.
"Good! You can use your climbing, speed and silence to spy, creep and run away from other tributes! Or the Capitol's muttations," Oh no! I wasn't even thinking about the gamemaker's tricks or my other opponents in the arena! I was too busy planning Katniss and Peeta's happiness. "Finally Haymitch! Proper mentoring!" exclaims Effie in a delighted voice. "All those years! All his advice was, "Don't get killed!" You two must have made quite an impression to get him to help you!" This causes a massive argument between Haymitch and Effie about being a good escort and a good mentor all through dinner. Peeta and I stay silent all the way through to desert before we leave to rest for the night in our rooms. I slip off my dress and shoes, the gold pin still attached, and step into the shower. I decide to wash only my body, not my hair because I want it to remain in it's braids, due to the reason it reminds me of home. The indulgent scent of spring lavender and sweet honey envelops me in it's arms, sliding off the dirt, sweat. Replacing it with sprinkles of fresh and sweetness. I exit the shower and wrap myself with a clean white towel which feels smooth and delicate on my bare skin, unlike the ones in 12 which feels rough against my skin like sandpaper. Throughly, I dry my body and dress in my nightgown which is hung in my wardrobe. It's a thin piece of silver silk that goes just below my knees with silver lace straps. I burrow deep into the duvet and I am back into my father's arms with Katniss by the blazing fire. The mockingjays mirror father's song once again and this time, he kisses me and Katniss. No Effie or anyone one else to interrupt us. Just me, father, Katniss and the mockingjays. All of a sudden, I fall asleep with my dreams filled with thoughts of home and family with father, mother and my sister by my side telling me I'll always be safe and sound.
KATNISS'S POV
Today was tough. Turns out Gale had followed me to the train station and after the train sped away, he slung me over his shoulder and carried me home, despite all my yelling and fight. At home, my mother was just sitting in a small stool in a corner, shivering and whimpering with her fingers trembling on her thin, pale lips. It was like father had died all over again in the mines. Ever since then, my mother has lost everything. Her friends, confidence, the wonderful glow she always gives off whenever anyone is around. I miss her. Now Prim is going to the games she's more dead than ever. She doesn't even go outside, only for the reaping once a year. After hours on end of persuading and arguing, I finally agree to hunt with Gale in the woods, he claims it always cheers me up. I strip from the piece of blue silk and take out my hair, which is now left in elegant waves, due to the braided up-do. I slip on a simple shirt, black trousers, father's hunting jacket and boots. I do my hair in a single braid down my back and tuck it underneath a brown leather cap. Gale slides underneath the fence like normal to avoid the electric, but I fling my legs over touching the fence, despite it's electric currents. Why should I care? It doesn't matter anymore. I retrive my bow and arrow from underneath the large rock I always hide it in and speed on, without him.
