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My name is кαтηιѕѕ єνєя∂єєη. Why am I not dead? I should be ｄｅａｄ. ❝It means тнαηкѕ, it means ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, it means ｇｏｏｄ-ｂｙｅ to someone you ℓσνє.❞

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At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite color…it’s green?" "That’s right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that’s what you told me once." "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you." But more words tumble out. "You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces." Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

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              “Yeah, jus’ a bit tired. You?” The slightest of smile managed to tint her lipsat Prim’s concern.

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"Same really, Mom was kinda off today so I got a lot people asking for help and well yah know." Prim shrugged some, not wanting to ramble on.

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        "How many people'd you get today? On the bright side; I caught a squirrel. 

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     ”Come check the traps with me?”

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— “You mean, my traps?” He teased, smirking. “Yeah. Let’s go, Catnip.” 

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"Fine," She replied, a gentle smile tinting her lips as well. 

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caught beneath the l a n d s l i d e

 Teresa Agnes. Subject A1: The Betrayer. The last one e v e r . [ The girl s p a r e d from...

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say oh, we’re about to explode

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       ”Please. ‘M starving.”

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  ❝It’s in the kitchen, follow me.”

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   "Thanks."

   "So, did I miss anything?"

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"boys don’t like girls who wear make-up"

"boys don’t like girls who eat too much"

"boys don’t like girls who talk too much"

sounds like boys are gay.

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if you were to leave

fulfill someone else’s dreams

i think i might totally be lost

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ur only 13???????? omg u write so good at a very young age ;__;

I’m a small potato. wAIT WHAT NO I COULDN’T WRITE TO SAVE MY LIFE OMG I FEEL LIKE I’M WINNING AN AWARD OMGOMG I’D LIKE TO THANK MY MOM AND DAD ALSO MY PARENTS AND I’D ALSO LIKE TO THANK MY ENGLISH TEACHER 

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about the mun!

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Name: naya Personal account: katnisssclaus for the holidays Age: 13 Birthday:  April 9th Nickname(s):  Potato, Naya the cat, Satan, ect. Reason for nickname(s):  I have this unknown love for potatoes bc their special squishie faces. Also, my friend Sammy aka Cat Whisperer calls be Naya the cat. My mother calls me Satan. Roleplay character(s): Teresa Agnes, Alaska Young, Katniss Everdeen, Derek Hale, and a Teen Wolf oc-ish potato named Jane.  Roleplaying History: one year weee Typing style: It changes a lot omg Advice to RP with me: poke me with a stick

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                  He knew she wasn’t fine. She wasn’t fine at all.

    Peeta’s eyes were full of worry as he looked at his district partner, the other victor. The only thing that could be getting her in such a mess was nightmares, the same thing he has been going through night after night. She was trying to hide it, but Peeta knew Katniss too well to know she wasn’t fine, she was far from it. 

    So when those words come out of her mouth, he sucked in a deep breath, “Come on Katniss.” It came out as a hesitant whisper. “I know you’re not fine because you possibly can’t be fine after all…that.” That. He was referring to the games. The area, the capitol people, the murder, all of it. Peeta crossed his arms over his body as he examined her, if he didn’t know what she was going through he would think that she was going crazy.

  The games changed her, changed him, changed the districts. Without their star crossed lovers act they wouldn’t be standing in the same room with each other. They wouldn’t be here. They were nobody and now everyone knew who they were. That’s what the games do to you. Peeta knew that everything was different after a tribute becomes a victor but he never thought he be going through it. 

   As silenced filled the room, Peeta ran his eyes over Katniss one more time before turning, the action of leaving crossing his mind when he heard her speak up, asking him to stay. He turned back around, facing the broken girl. 

                  “Of course. Always”

With that he walked over towards her bed occupying the space that was empty. Naturally he placed his arms around Katniss, holding her close to him as he closed his eyes. 

                  “Is this okay?”

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      Damn, he knew her well.       Too well.       There was almost nothing she could truly hide from him. 

        The tension almost completely dissolved at his touch. The last place Katniss wanted was to be was without Peeta. Despite being absentmindedly forced into a relationship with him, she always knew he'd be important to her. You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

           She moved into his arms a bit more, wiping away the excess tears that lain on her cheeks. His warmth sent a chill up her shoulders in defiance of the blankets she remained entangled in. Weakness settled into her bones as she realized the need for metaphorical protection. Although she wasn't safe from every harm in the world, in Peeta's arms, it felt as if that dream had become a reality.

                           "---Thanks Peeta."

         Katniss was always feeling the need to thank him. He was her rock. He was the talker of the two.                                        He was needed.                                         He was always needed.                                        She needed him.

       The words almost echoed in the empty air. Silence was only occasionally broken by slightly staggered breaths exhaled from the shaken female. The nightmares acted as a portal from the present back to the Games--- a time Katniss wished to abandon completely. Stress from the Games still plagued her every muscle each day. The feeling of knowing you outlasted twenty two other people in a fight to death wasn't exactly the most comforting thing. The guilt alone was enough to drive a man insane--- the blood on her hands only made it worse.

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