My name is Katniss Everdeen. My home is District Twelve. Peeta was taken prisoner. He is thought to be dead. Most likely is dead. It would probably be best if he were dead... - Katniss EverdeenS

How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?” “Oh, yeah. Right up until I got shot,” I say.

I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.

Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how it will help me get food on the table.

And while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don't want him to die. And it's not about the sponsors. And it's not about what will happen when we get home. And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.

My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim’s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.

Well, I can't leave Mags behind," says Finnick. "She's one of the few people who actually likes me.