Last lines of each chapter of The Hunger Games
The Tributes
Itâs Primrose Everdeen.
Of course, the odds have not been very dependable of late.
She hops in her pointy shoes around the pool of vomit and flees the room.
Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me the bread, is fighting hard to kill me.
But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.
I wonder if sheâll enjoy watching me die.
Then I give a slight bow and walk straight toward the exit without being dismissed.
âPeeta has asked to be coached separately.â
âBecause⊠because⊠she came here with me.â
The Games
âLadies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin!â
I almost fall out of the tree. The voice belongs to Peeta.
It would be hard to miss the wall of fire descending on me.
Then, without even rustling a leaf, her little hand slides into the open and points to something above my head.
Then the ants bore into my eyes and I black out.
âI think weâre going to have to fix that, Rue.â
Then the apples spill to the ground and Iâm blown backward into the air.
She just has time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body.
Before I can stop myself, I call out Peetaâs name.
The Victor
âPeeta, look what Haymitch has sent you.â
âWho canât lie, Peeta?â I say, even though he canât hear me. It doesnât matter. The rest of Panem can.
The last thing I remember is an exquisitely beautiful green-and-silver moth landing on the curve of my wrist.
But in my head I can hear Haymitchâs smug, if slightly exasperated, words, âYes thatâs what Iâm looking for, sweetheart.â
In answer, I hold out the berries.
Then I am stumbling blindly after Cato with no thought of anything but to save myself.
âStop! Stop! Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark! I give you - the tributes of District Twelve!â
And right now, the most dangerous part of the Hunger Games is about to begin.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I finally have to let go.















