Katniss, there is no District Twelve.

Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.

Ladies and gentlemen....." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

If I feel ragged, my prep team seems in worse condition, knocking back coffee and sharing brightly colored little pills. As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there's some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.

Stay with me. Always.