Chapter two
A/N Sorry for taking so long, I procrastinate quite a lot… Please Review.
Losing my virginity was defiantly not how I imagined it when I was a young teenager, it was even better. Everything felt right, and it flowed perfectly in motivation between us, just like waves, he moved I moved. Peeta went the extra mile to make it memorable for me, but I suppose that could also be due to the fact that he has waited for that night for what seems like a very long time.
Peeta is my security blanket, he makes everything better, he understands, and I could not have wished for someone better to share my katil with for the first time. It didn’t last very long; it was his first time too. I would be lying through my teeth if I berkata it didn’t hurt at all, because of course it did, lebih then what your mothers try explain to anda during ‘the talk’. The pain still lingered in my step to the breakfast cart, troli the seterusnya morning. It made Peeta snicker in pride.
Since that night four weeks lalu Peeta doesn’t hold back his open displays of affection amongst the presence of Effie and Haymitch, anda could say I broke down that secure barrier and he wanted everyone to know what he felt for me. It made me feel brighter about the future.
We are soon to arrive in our utama district, district 12, within the seterusnya two hours; I cannot wait to see Prim and Mum waiting patiently at the platform for me. It will be like another shift of weight removed off my chest, to see them selamat, peti deposit keselamatan and healthy; for during the time of the games I sincerely feared that I may never see them again. However Effie Trinkett announced over the splendidly decorated and tastefully stocked breakfast ‘mahogany’ meja, jadual that within of two weeks of settling into our new victor’s village homes we were once again to return to the capital for yet another Caesar Flickerman interview. Sigh, I wished nothing lebih than to close my eyes and it all to be over.
I found the smell of breakfast revolting, nothing appealed to me in anyway despite it being the same breakfast menu prepared every morning. The same menu I had always enjoyed. The smell of the steaming omelette made me turn my head away in disgust, forcing my stomach to churn. I just passed it off as an unusual morning where I wasn’t one hundred percent. So I settled with a plain piece of white toast, afraid even the spread of mentega may make me feel the same churn in my stomach.
After breakfast I found my way back to my room quietly sneaking past Haymitch who slummed deeply in an arm chair, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. This was normal for him; his release from the ruined life caused sejak the hunger games was intoxication.
Despite his deep sleep the rattle of the train travelling through the tunnel awoke him. He woke in a fit of rage, waving his arms viciously above his head, searching for any form of weapon. Haymitch appeared as though he believed to being attacked. I have them too, those constant dreams (or should I say memories) of people with their weapon at the ready, coming straight for you.
‘Haymitch, shhh, it’s nothing, just a tunnel, we’ll be utama now.” I berkata with a calming voice, as I know that the only thing to bring anda back was a soft voice who reassured anda that your games were over, your arena is gone.
“Hmm, Katniss anda never get off this train. There is no happy selamat, peti deposit keselamatan life waiting back utama at district 12. We may have won but there is no escaping the games each and every year. You’re a mentor now, so that means every tahun they will drag anda out and relive it, and watch your tributes be slaughtered for entertainment, every.. year!” Haymitch replied through heavy breaths and a groggy throat.
The train blacked out as we entered the tunnel, I couldn’t look Haymitch in the eyes, as he spoke the truth, I centred my stare to the cement tunnel through the windows. There was no hope left for my life, the capitol would always be in control. Just when the victors thought that they had won their freedom and would be showered in riches, they were fooled, they were all fooled. The victors never won at anything, the capitol still controlled them and continued to conflict pain repeatedly over them. It was all for nothing, once it was all done and over we envied the ones we killed for they were truly free. And Haymitch knew that all too well.
I watched as each tunnel light beamed through as we sped at high speed, within saat the mockingjay symbol broadcasted boldly over and over through the carts window. It was painted over and over on the tunnel walls in red paint. I froze completely, my mouth gasping.
“Look Katniss, that symbol is you! And they will never give up, anda have telah diberi them all hope, wither anda meant to atau not! And anda may have convinced most of the capitol but Snow is still to believe that anda really defied them sejak truly loving that boy! That should be your number one priority right now, atau he will only make your life even lebih torturous then what it already is and most importantly many lebih innocent lives will continue to be publicly executed. When anda convince him, the other districts will believe it too. anda have to be one of them! I mean do anda even Cinta him even just a little bit? “Haymitch exploded.
“Of course I do! I do Cinta him, lebih than I thought I ever could Cinta someone. But the way I Cinta in front of other people is different then the way I Cinta in private. I’ve never been able to express my true feelings, I’ve always had to be strong for Prim, she couldn’t see how much I was keeping inside, after a while it just became normal. I just don’t know how to release the topi, cap off the bottle. I don’t what else I can do to convince him.”
“Well do something about it, the entire country is watching you! They need to see the lengths anda will go to be with him. Like I said, this train never ends, and neither does the capitol” –Haymitch.
I didn’t what else to do, Haymitch was right about everything. I hated that.
“I am the mockingjay! And I will not be beaten!”I yelled, storming off.
* * *
I badly needed a shower; I’ve found that the warm water helped me wake up from the restless nights. Button sejak button I began to remove my pyjamas, suddenly a pair of warm hands gracefully swarmed around my waist. I recognised the touch like it was my sixth sense. Peeta. He appeared out of nowhere, he must have followed me to my room. His body came one step closer, moulding his chest perfectly into my back; Peeta nuzzled his face into my neck and inhaled.
“Katniss..”He hissed through his teeth. He sounded drunk from the closeness and the smell of my pic, peach shampoo wafting throughout my hair.
His forearms were burning warm against my bare torso, I ached to let my head fall back to fall on his shoulder and stroke his arms. It was moments like these that made me forget what’s really happening on the outside and allows me to feel like an average girl falling in love. I’d give anything to be that girl; I didn’t need to ask to know that Peeta feels the same, to be the same old baker’s boy falling in Cinta with the strong willed miner’s daughter who had a good arm. But this is a cruel world; anda learn that quickly in life.
Perhaps it was Peeta all this time that has kept me sane all this time. If it wasn’t for tender moments like these that make me feel like the poor girl from 12 I once was instead the leader of a country rebellion and the cause of so much death I would have had the same fate of Annie Cresta. The thought of Annie Cresta brings me back to what Haymitch had said; “he will only make your life even lebih of torturous then what it already is”.
I released Peeta’s grasp from around my waist and spun myself around in order to be facing face to face with him. I looked up into his deep blue eyes; they were concentrated strongly on mine.
“Peeta, we need to do more. The districts still are convinced that what we did in the games was not out of love, but out of defiance and rebellion. Most of all that’s what Snow believes. We never get off this train Peeta, we are forced to stay with other for the rest of our lives to prove that, but in saying that we need to broadcast it lebih publicity, we need to rub it in their faces.”
“What lebih can we do?” Peeta said, his eyebrows crooked with confusion.
“We could get married” I was afraid to say these words; I never pictured that sort of life for myself, especially not now.
“Yeah fine sure.”Peeta replied bluntly. His eyes dropped to floor and I saw his hand ball up in fists. In a moment his mood ultimately changed, and he stormed out my bathroom and then out of my bedroom.
I didn’t need Peeta to say it, I knew this is not how Peeta wanted things, he wanted to get married because he wanted to. Secondly no doubt he wanted to do it the traditional way. Not just because it’s all for tunjuk and for for everyone else.
The stress of it all made my stomach churn once again, yet this time twice lebih dramatic. In a period of five saat I keeled over ninety degrees and my single slice of roti bakar from this morning came spewing from my mouth. I was grateful the toilet was only a step away.
A/N Sorry not a lot happen in this chapter, I’m just trying to set up a plot (ground work) as well as the unexpected pregnancy due to appear. I didn’t want to rush into it, I wanted it to develop into something more. anda know have lebih events occurring around Katniss then just her just falling pregnant. seterusnya chapter will elaborate on that. Sorry it’s a bit short, it’s all I have time for tonight.
Please review. Would Cinta to know what you’d like to see.
A/N Sorry for taking so long, I procrastinate quite a lot… Please Review.
Losing my virginity was defiantly not how I imagined it when I was a young teenager, it was even better. Everything felt right, and it flowed perfectly in motivation between us, just like waves, he moved I moved. Peeta went the extra mile to make it memorable for me, but I suppose that could also be due to the fact that he has waited for that night for what seems like a very long time.
Peeta is my security blanket, he makes everything better, he understands, and I could not have wished for someone better to share my katil with for the first time. It didn’t last very long; it was his first time too. I would be lying through my teeth if I berkata it didn’t hurt at all, because of course it did, lebih then what your mothers try explain to anda during ‘the talk’. The pain still lingered in my step to the breakfast cart, troli the seterusnya morning. It made Peeta snicker in pride.
Since that night four weeks lalu Peeta doesn’t hold back his open displays of affection amongst the presence of Effie and Haymitch, anda could say I broke down that secure barrier and he wanted everyone to know what he felt for me. It made me feel brighter about the future.
We are soon to arrive in our utama district, district 12, within the seterusnya two hours; I cannot wait to see Prim and Mum waiting patiently at the platform for me. It will be like another shift of weight removed off my chest, to see them selamat, peti deposit keselamatan and healthy; for during the time of the games I sincerely feared that I may never see them again. However Effie Trinkett announced over the splendidly decorated and tastefully stocked breakfast ‘mahogany’ meja, jadual that within of two weeks of settling into our new victor’s village homes we were once again to return to the capital for yet another Caesar Flickerman interview. Sigh, I wished nothing lebih than to close my eyes and it all to be over.
I found the smell of breakfast revolting, nothing appealed to me in anyway despite it being the same breakfast menu prepared every morning. The same menu I had always enjoyed. The smell of the steaming omelette made me turn my head away in disgust, forcing my stomach to churn. I just passed it off as an unusual morning where I wasn’t one hundred percent. So I settled with a plain piece of white toast, afraid even the spread of mentega may make me feel the same churn in my stomach.
After breakfast I found my way back to my room quietly sneaking past Haymitch who slummed deeply in an arm chair, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. This was normal for him; his release from the ruined life caused sejak the hunger games was intoxication.
Despite his deep sleep the rattle of the train travelling through the tunnel awoke him. He woke in a fit of rage, waving his arms viciously above his head, searching for any form of weapon. Haymitch appeared as though he believed to being attacked. I have them too, those constant dreams (or should I say memories) of people with their weapon at the ready, coming straight for you.
‘Haymitch, shhh, it’s nothing, just a tunnel, we’ll be utama now.” I berkata with a calming voice, as I know that the only thing to bring anda back was a soft voice who reassured anda that your games were over, your arena is gone.
“Hmm, Katniss anda never get off this train. There is no happy selamat, peti deposit keselamatan life waiting back utama at district 12. We may have won but there is no escaping the games each and every year. You’re a mentor now, so that means every tahun they will drag anda out and relive it, and watch your tributes be slaughtered for entertainment, every.. year!” Haymitch replied through heavy breaths and a groggy throat.
The train blacked out as we entered the tunnel, I couldn’t look Haymitch in the eyes, as he spoke the truth, I centred my stare to the cement tunnel through the windows. There was no hope left for my life, the capitol would always be in control. Just when the victors thought that they had won their freedom and would be showered in riches, they were fooled, they were all fooled. The victors never won at anything, the capitol still controlled them and continued to conflict pain repeatedly over them. It was all for nothing, once it was all done and over we envied the ones we killed for they were truly free. And Haymitch knew that all too well.
I watched as each tunnel light beamed through as we sped at high speed, within saat the mockingjay symbol broadcasted boldly over and over through the carts window. It was painted over and over on the tunnel walls in red paint. I froze completely, my mouth gasping.
“Look Katniss, that symbol is you! And they will never give up, anda have telah diberi them all hope, wither anda meant to atau not! And anda may have convinced most of the capitol but Snow is still to believe that anda really defied them sejak truly loving that boy! That should be your number one priority right now, atau he will only make your life even lebih torturous then what it already is and most importantly many lebih innocent lives will continue to be publicly executed. When anda convince him, the other districts will believe it too. anda have to be one of them! I mean do anda even Cinta him even just a little bit? “Haymitch exploded.
“Of course I do! I do Cinta him, lebih than I thought I ever could Cinta someone. But the way I Cinta in front of other people is different then the way I Cinta in private. I’ve never been able to express my true feelings, I’ve always had to be strong for Prim, she couldn’t see how much I was keeping inside, after a while it just became normal. I just don’t know how to release the topi, cap off the bottle. I don’t what else I can do to convince him.”
“Well do something about it, the entire country is watching you! They need to see the lengths anda will go to be with him. Like I said, this train never ends, and neither does the capitol” –Haymitch.
I didn’t what else to do, Haymitch was right about everything. I hated that.
“I am the mockingjay! And I will not be beaten!”I yelled, storming off.
* * *
I badly needed a shower; I’ve found that the warm water helped me wake up from the restless nights. Button sejak button I began to remove my pyjamas, suddenly a pair of warm hands gracefully swarmed around my waist. I recognised the touch like it was my sixth sense. Peeta. He appeared out of nowhere, he must have followed me to my room. His body came one step closer, moulding his chest perfectly into my back; Peeta nuzzled his face into my neck and inhaled.
“Katniss..”He hissed through his teeth. He sounded drunk from the closeness and the smell of my pic, peach shampoo wafting throughout my hair.
His forearms were burning warm against my bare torso, I ached to let my head fall back to fall on his shoulder and stroke his arms. It was moments like these that made me forget what’s really happening on the outside and allows me to feel like an average girl falling in love. I’d give anything to be that girl; I didn’t need to ask to know that Peeta feels the same, to be the same old baker’s boy falling in Cinta with the strong willed miner’s daughter who had a good arm. But this is a cruel world; anda learn that quickly in life.
Perhaps it was Peeta all this time that has kept me sane all this time. If it wasn’t for tender moments like these that make me feel like the poor girl from 12 I once was instead the leader of a country rebellion and the cause of so much death I would have had the same fate of Annie Cresta. The thought of Annie Cresta brings me back to what Haymitch had said; “he will only make your life even lebih of torturous then what it already is”.
I released Peeta’s grasp from around my waist and spun myself around in order to be facing face to face with him. I looked up into his deep blue eyes; they were concentrated strongly on mine.
“Peeta, we need to do more. The districts still are convinced that what we did in the games was not out of love, but out of defiance and rebellion. Most of all that’s what Snow believes. We never get off this train Peeta, we are forced to stay with other for the rest of our lives to prove that, but in saying that we need to broadcast it lebih publicity, we need to rub it in their faces.”
“What lebih can we do?” Peeta said, his eyebrows crooked with confusion.
“We could get married” I was afraid to say these words; I never pictured that sort of life for myself, especially not now.
“Yeah fine sure.”Peeta replied bluntly. His eyes dropped to floor and I saw his hand ball up in fists. In a moment his mood ultimately changed, and he stormed out my bathroom and then out of my bedroom.
I didn’t need Peeta to say it, I knew this is not how Peeta wanted things, he wanted to get married because he wanted to. Secondly no doubt he wanted to do it the traditional way. Not just because it’s all for tunjuk and for for everyone else.
The stress of it all made my stomach churn once again, yet this time twice lebih dramatic. In a period of five saat I keeled over ninety degrees and my single slice of roti bakar from this morning came spewing from my mouth. I was grateful the toilet was only a step away.
A/N Sorry not a lot happen in this chapter, I’m just trying to set up a plot (ground work) as well as the unexpected pregnancy due to appear. I didn’t want to rush into it, I wanted it to develop into something more. anda know have lebih events occurring around Katniss then just her just falling pregnant. seterusnya chapter will elaborate on that. Sorry it’s a bit short, it’s all I have time for tonight.
Please review. Would Cinta to know what you’d like to see.
the third book is on its way and i cant wait. what they did to katniss was so not fair. i hate haymitch. that stupid drunk. whatever. i canit wait!!! i hope Peeta is all right. i would hate for anything bad to happen to him. Katniss needs to open her eyes to see she loves Peeta. the capitol needs to GO DOWN. they have abused the Districts and Katniss just gave them a chance to fight. she is the keye to the hole thing and she needs to make it clear that shes whant to go her own way without other people telling her what she needs to do. i don't hate Katniss like how i hate other leading girls in books. shes smart. and brave. and know how to fight. i would Cinta for her to be my friend. soo. can't wait for MockingJay. well. i think thats the name.
