I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peetaโs eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. โLet me go!โ I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. โI canโt,โ he says.
Suzanne CollinsScores only matter if theyโre very good, no one pays much attention to the bad or mediocre ones.
Suzanne CollinsOh, he's on top of it. It was volunteer only, but he pretended not to notice me waving my hand in the air," says Haymitch. "See? He's already demonstrated good judgment.
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