Chapter 8

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Katniss POV :

I watched Peeta walk away and I look down into my lap, sighing and standing up slowly to go to my room to change for training.

As I started to take my shirt off, I looked at my self in the body mirror. She won't like me, I'm a kid, I think to my self as I look at my stomach seeing my fat, I look like I'm two months pregnant! I put my self down, I start to feel my depression kick in, sighing as I put on my training clothes and I walk out of my room and sit down waiting for Peeta and Haymitch.

Haymitch walked in front of Peeta and I felt Peeta grab my hand and squeeze it gently as if he could feel my nerves rolling off me like waves, I smile at him telling him thank you silently, he smiles back and holds the door open for Haymitch and I, walking through I feel the other tributes looking, analyzing our every move.

Through the corner of my eye I see someone swinging axes, I look up to see it was Johanna, every thing slows down, I watch every muscle flex in her arms I feel as if I'm drooling on myself. I feel Peeta pull on my hand gently, "Come on katniss," he says.

Peeta and I go our deferent ways I think he went to the paint area, I went to the bows, finally I start to feel relaxed. I pick up the bow and pick up one arrow, it's just you and only you here, I tell myself, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, feeling completely relaxed I draw the string back, letting all my pint up stress go as the arrow flys, hitting the bulls eye I hear gasps around me, stoping what I was doing I turned around to see what was going on, seeing that everyone's eyes were on me," um..w-what are you guys staring at?" I ask timidly.

I see Johanna staring at me, I look down and back up to her shyly and she starts to walk towards me quickly and gets in my face and whispers In my ear," you look sexy when you shoot a bow, you, me, and Peeta will have an alliance in the arena no if and or buts an I clear?" She licks my ear lob slightly, making me shiver and I lean against her for support," Am. I. Clear?" I nod my head submitting to her.

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