Голодные игры

           Butwhatisaslingshotagainsta220-poundmalewithasword?

           BackontheDistrict12floor,HaymitchandEffiegrillusthroughoutbreakfastanddinnerabouteverymomentoftheday.Whatwedid,whowatchedus,howtheothertributessizeup.CinnaandPortiaaren’taround,sothere’snoonetoaddanysanitytothemeals.NotthatHaymitchandEffiearefightinganymore.Insteadtheyseemtobeofonemind,determinedtowhipusintoshape.Fullofendlessdirectionsaboutwhatweshoulddoandnotdointraining.Peetaismorepatient,butIbecomefedupandsurly.

           Whenwefinallyescapetobedonthesecondnight,Peetamumbles,"SomeoneoughttogetHaymitchadrink."

           Imakeasoundthatissomewherebetweenasnortandalaugh.Thencatchmyself.It’smessingwithmymindtoomuch,tryingtokeepstraightwhenwe’resupposedlyfriendsandwhenwe’renot.Atleastwhenwegetintothearena,I’llknowwherewestand."Don’t.Don’tlet’spretendwhenthere’snoonearound."

           "Allright,Katniss,"hesaystiredly.Afterthat,weonlytalkinfrontofpeople.

           Onthethirddayoftraining,theystarttocallusoutoflunchforourprivatesessionswiththeGamemakers.Districtbydistrict,firsttheboy,thenthegirltribute.Asusual,District12isslatedtogolast.Welingerinthediningroom,unsurewhereelsetogo.Noonecomesbackoncetheyhaveleft.Astheroomempties,thepressuretoappearfriendlylightens.BythetimetheycallRue,weareleftalone.WesitinsilenceuntiltheysummonPeeta.Herises.