Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.

Peeta" I said "Stay with me" I heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that what he said was 'always

No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

She reaches in, digs her hand deep into the ball, and pulls out a slip of paper. The crowd draws in a collective breath, and then you can hear a pin drop, and I'm feeling nauseous and so desperately hoping that it's not me, that it's not me, that it's not me. Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it's not me. It's Primrose Everdeen.

I'm not good at talking about myself.

I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.