Prologue

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     The afternoon was dark and rainy. After school, my best friend, Trace, and I ran home through the weather. He and I parted ways at the intersection where the road to my house breaks off from the main road. I skipped and jumped in the puddles that had collected in the tire tracks that led down to my home. As I drew closer to the courtyard I saw the lights on in the parlor window and Uncle Haymitch inside talking to Mother. I stopped in my tracks. I had never seen Haymitch act like this. Though I couldn't hear what he was saying, I could see he was quite upset about something. His face was flushed and his eyes were angry, his hands dance in the way they only moved when he was intoxicated. But his eyes and movements were to clear for him to have been drunk.

     More disturbing than Haymitch though, was Mother. She was looking at Haymitch with tears streaming down her face. I watched as Father came into the room and handed both Mother and Haymitch cups of somthing I assumed was coffee. Then Father wrapped his arms around my mom and watched Haymitch intently.  Uncle Haymitch's frown lines grew deeper as he knelt in front of my mother and put his hand on her knee and said something to her that I could finally lip read: Katniss. They're back, and Garel and Ileana have been chosen.

  I screamed. I don't know why, but I was suddenly terrified. Haymitch looked up and caught sight of me standing in the pouring rain outside the window. His mouth dropped open horrified and he leapt to his feet toward the foyer and front door. I spun on my heel and sprinted back up the driveway. I was already halfway to the main road whn I heard Haymitch calling my name. But I didn't bother to stop.

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