"Fire and Ice both exist without destroying each other, more proof that we can
be together."
A mysterious girl who barely talks and volunteers to save her best friend.
A boastful...
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I sat silently by the window of the capitol train watching the trees, my home, go by me in a flash. I couldn't help but admire the luxury amongst me, the plush cushions on the seats, the shiny wooden table, the pristine flooring. I regretted taking in the beauty of it all whereas it was made from poverty. Poor people working their daily lives away to please the capitol to get barely anything in return.
"Have you met Haymitch?" I was snapped from my thoughts from a voice in front of me. I turned towards it to see Peeta sitting across from me, I had no idea how long he had been there.
"No" I replied plainly. "Never really had the need."
"Well it will be nice to have some help" Peeta replied with a small smile, I rolled my eyes in return.
"I think I can teach myself to be a drunk" I snapped, turning my attention back to the trees. The train door opened and stumbling was heard across the floor. I knew exactly who it was before I even turned my head to look at him. The drunken man looked to the two of us in front of him, flashing us a smirk.
"Congratulations" he slurred out, anger built in me as I sat straighter, gripping my hands into the seat.
"Very much appreciated, I can't wait to be killed in a few weeks" I snarled out, anger and sarcasm lacing my tone. The corner of the mans mouth turned slightly upwards as he shook his head. I furrowed my brows at the man in confusion.
"Well looks like we may have a fighter this year" he said before making his way towards the bar. I turned my head to Peeta, who had small scowl on his face as he looked at me. I was already taking his spotlight, and by being rude. Haymitch suddenly sat, or fell, into the seat next to Peeta, across from me.
"Looking eager" he said, Peeta shifting towards the window slightly.
"So what can you tell us?" Peeta suddenly asked, breaking the silence as I continued glaring at the man.
"Hmmm, how about accept the possibility of your imminent death."
"Yea great anything else?" I asked, sitting back in the seat and waving my hand for the man to continue. Haymitch sat forward, cocking his eyebrow and taking in my features.
"Okay, can you two fight?" he questioned, his eyes scanning over both of us. I didn't want to answer in front of my future opponent so I turned my eyes to Peeta, waiting for his response.
"She can" Peeta announced suddenly, causing me to send him a questioning look. "She's sold my dad squirrels she has killed. Every one was hit directly in the eye."
I was taken back by this. I never thought of Peeta, a privileged boy, eating squirrels. I always thought his father had just enjoyed them time to time.
"What do you use?" Haymitch suddenly questioned, taking another sip of his drink.
"A bow, sometimes knives" I answered simply with a shrug of my shoulders.
