No More Kisses For You, Until You

Everything Is About Them, Not The Dying Boys And Girls In The Arena.

They Erase My Face With A Layer Of Pale Makeup And Draw My Features Back Out.

The Hatred I Feel For Him, For The Phantom Girl, For Everything, Is So Real And Immediate It Chokes Me. Gale Is Mine. I Am His. Anything Else Is Unthinkable. Why Did It Take Him Being Whipped Within An Inch Of His Life To See It?

While I Was Waiting...i Ate Your Lunch.

Katniss, The Girl Who Was On Fire!