Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. "For you." I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments. "Thanks," I say, closing my fist around it. I look coolly into the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense.
Aww, sweet Peeta!
DANG! KATNISS IS SO LUCKY!!!
Something I did yesterday at church with lead pencil on a piece of scratch paper. This is a scene from the second book to the Hunger Games, Catching Fire.