The Hunger Games

when i walk on by girls be looking like, he gonna die. i need to be fed luckily my job is to make the bread. this is how i roll pants on fire outta control. i'm that fool with the strong ass arms, when the cameras go up i turn on my charms. girl look at that body. (3 times)
i bake bread! girl look at that body (3 times) i bake bread! when i walk outside this is what i see, Katniss Everdeen is looking at me, i got a loaf in my hand and i ain't afraid to throw it, ( 4 times) i'm peeta and i know it! ( 4 times) when im at the games im painted like a rock trying to survive the days. when im in a...

Rue spun the bottle and returned to her seat quickly.

And it landed on…

Haymitch.

Everyone looked between him and Rue.

Haymitch hiccupped.

"Ahh… Truth or dare?" Rue asked, not certain on what she'll ask him to do or say.

Haymitch hiccupped again, still very much drunk. "I like cactuses. They look funny."

Silence.

"Okay," Rue said, confused. "Ahh, this wasn't my question though."

"Did you ever try to hug a cactus?"

Beetee nodded his head importantly. "It's not a nice feeling."

"No. No, it is not," Haymitch agreed solemnly.

Rue scratched her head. "Ahh, Haymitch, sir, can you, please, just… pick truth...

I spend the rest of the reaping day locked in my room, huddled in a ball, trying not to think of Peeta and the painful, dreadful days to come. My mother never tries to talk to me or intrude on me; she must know how I feel, because she loves Peeta too.
When it's suppertime, all she does is crack my door open and slip the plate of food onto my bedside table and run back out. I don't eat much of the fish or green beans, just pick microscopic pieces of the food off and play with it, bored.
When the lights go out and noises cease, I whimper softly into my pillow. Could it really have been this afternoon...