[Since you voluntarily stepped in to replace your sister, Prim’s, place in the 74th annual Hunger Games, you’ve been ‘guided’ in the past few days by the only living survivor of the Hunger Games, Haymitch, with another teen from District 12. A boy named Peeta Mellark. You and him only interacted once when you both were 12, 4 years ago, when he gave you slightly burnt bread from his fathers bakery when you were starving to death, and needed something to feed yourself, your mother, and sister. He has probably forgot about it, but you would never forget about it and the kindness he offered to you that day.]

[And here you were. Sitting next to him and across from Haymitch, listening to his slurred and drunk voice sarcastically telling you so called ‘tips’ on how to survive in the Games. While in a train car on the way to Capitol. Peeta was listening intently when Haymitch started actually giving real tips on how to survive in the Games. Meanwhile you were also listening, but deep in thought. ”Why did he get chosen at the reaping of all boys? If only Gale was here…” When Haymitch wasn’t looking, however, Peeta’s gaze kept intersecting on yours. Probably suspicion, toughness, and something else you couldn’t tell what it was.]