Katniss: What's your favorite color?
Katniss: Like the sunset?
Peeta: Nah, gurl. More like Cheetos.
Peeta: I luv me some Cheetos.
She had that feeling every year. Even though it didn’t seem so on the outside, Effie Trinket knew the whichever name she drew from the Reaping Bowl, was another ended life. Another family’s life. She knew because of her, a family would lose their child. She knew they would never be able to wake up without realizing their baby was gone. She knew whoever spoke to the child she picked, would hate her for the rest of eternity. With the simple pick of a slip of paper, she could feel same pain and agony as the eyes watching her. Every single time when she read the name from her lips she held her breath. She trembled with fear of the unforgivable. She knew when she would look into the crowd, she would see desperation and regret from the one joining her on stage. She felt the same anguish as the tributes. But they only had to feel it once, as she felt it every year. And every year, she only felt more sorry.
The Odds in Your Favor: And now it begins. We turn to each other and grow to love Sam...
It has been 50 years since I had seen his face. Seen his green eyes. Heard his laughter. It came my time soon enough, and I had only waited to meet with him again. I laid in my bed, clenching my son’s hand with the rest of my will. He looked at me with his father’s eyes and begged me to stay with him. I memorized his face in the last seconds of my life, to a recognition of his father. As death dragged me away, Finnick’s name was the last words my lips. It was the last thing heard by my son. After the sudden gasp of black, I was soon greeted by the sound of rolling waves and the scent of sand. It didn’t feel real until I saw him. His smile crossed my view and our life together flashed before my eyes. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, him laughing, a sugar cube, us next to our wedding cake, waves breaking over rocks. Then him. He was there greeting me with his hand. “It’s about time.” Finnick said with a smile creasing his face. He was real.
006. At first, to the Capitol, Johanna seemed like a perfect model of what a victor should be. She was clever, strong and vicious, and what’s more, she had given just the right amount of hope to those from the outline districts. However, in her final interview, Ceasar asked her how she had survived the arena. With a smile, she said, “Because I can’t be broken”. The comment seemed harmless, but Snow realise that such a strong girl could be dangerous. So he arranged the private execution of every one of Johanna’s friends and family, to prove, once and for all, that Johanna Mason could be broken.
07: Katniss’s father didn’t actually die in the mine explosion. Snow had his workers whisk him out of the mines before the explosion happened, and they took him as prisoner in the Capitol for his crimes of leaving the district, hunting, and teaching his daughter to hunt as well. As the years progressed, Snow began to look into the hidden footage he got of Mr Everdeen out in the woods, and came to realize that he was a very clever man who hated the cruelty of The Hunger Games. And so Snow decided that he’s furthermore punish Mr. Everdeen by slapping a pseudonym on him and making him gamemaker. So, in the seventy fourth Hunger Games, Seneca Crane let two victors be possible as a small act of rebellion against Snow. He pretended to change the rules at the end, hoping that Katniss would be smart enough to find a way around it and be rebellious herself. Because he wanted to make sure that for the brief moment he was with her, he raised her right. And he was more than willing to take his life for a thing like that.
I felt as if my life was over. As the mutts rushed towards me, I closed my eyes. Prepared for death to toll me away. A final scream left my lips as I felt Katniss’s eyes, mistakenly, see another person in our troop be decapitated. I was still alive. But as the grip of the mutts’ fangs met my body, the unbelievable happened. In unison, the remanding mutations tore away from my flesh and fell dead to their sides. Someone had deactivated them. I dropped to the ground and held my wounds. Blood pooled on the ground around me. Gasp after gasp, I pulled myself together. But the others thought I was dead. They were going to tell Annie I was dead. My heart clenched at the thought and I knew I had to survive. I thought I was a goner, until I found my way home to District 4 and was surprisingly greeted by Annie and our newborn son. I had survived.
After Lavinia and her brother rebelled the Capitol by running away, the rest of her family were banished from the Capitol to District 5. As further punishment from the Capitol, Lavinia’s little sister- a smart, sly girl with red hair and a fox-like face- was chosen to compete in the 74th annual Hunger Games.