Whenever I Write A Story, I Hope

But Gale Is Not One To Keep Secrets From Me. "katniss, There Is No District Twelve."

That's Very Funny," Says Peeta. Suddenly He Lashes Out At The Glass In Haymitch's Hand. It Shatters On The Floor, Sending The Bloodred Liquid Running Toward The Back Of The Train. "only Not To Us.

Instead, I Watch Myself Get Shot On Television.

I Trusted Him. I Put What Was Precious In Haymitch's Hands. & He Has Betrayed Me

They Hadn’t Counted On The Highly Controlled Jabberjay Having The Brains To Adapt To The Wild, To Pass On Its Genetic Code, To Thrive In A New Form. They Hadn’t Anticipated Its Will To Live.