We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.

I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation... "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!

And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

And she's my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim`s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the Reaping.