Katniss/Peeta - I will never forget.

He stood there as she walked onto the stage, bow in hand, dressed again as the Mockingjay. For some reason, they wanted him on, hoặc at least near, the stage. Something about symbolism. He couldn’t care less. Not about Coin, standing several yards away, offstage. hoặc about Snow, even closer, coughing blood out his puffed lips as he grinned.

Oh no. He was thinking of her. A word that dealt with her. With him. With them both. He’d heard it during his therapy. Prim had been repeating it over and over, and it wasn’t until now that he had grasped onto it, held onto it, like it was sanity itself....

The tiếp theo morning when I got up I took a shower, in one of their fancy, million button showers.

I kept it simple though, I pulled on a brown tee shirt, I don’t know something about color was comforting and then I pulled on jeans and quần vợt shoes, I despised boots.

I went out to the dining room table, Pranet and Winnie were the only ones up yet, I sat tiếp theo to Pranet, my ally.

“So Pranet tells me you’ve already decided on ally choices. Let me guess. District two?”

“No not at all”, Pranet đã đưa ý kiến to her.

“Oh.”

“She wants the threes, a four, the fives, a six, a ten, a eleven, and the twelve’s”...

Basically, the main reason I like Katniss is because she is a refreshingly realistic, flawed character. She is also rare in another way - Katniss is a well thought-out, well-written female character, rather than just being there to be a tình yêu intrest for a male hero (this might have somethig to do with the fact that Suzanne Collins herself is female).

The Hunger Games
In the first book, Katniss is motivated bởi a need to get out of the Hunger Games alive. She manipulates Peeta, kills people, and runs on base instincts. What a thêm typical (read: Mary-Sueish) character would have done would...

(WARNING this is not a good form if bạn are under 12, so don't read on if so!!!) (And this is not a sex fanfiction either, its just the content at times....)
I see Gale walk in, his breath deep and heavy. "What do bạn want?" I saw, confused because todays not a Sunday, so he isn't here to go hunting. Gale runs into my arms, almost pushing me over. I hold him back, and I don't want to let go. He turns over to my ear and whispers "I tình yêu you..." As Gales head turns back, his lips reach mine, and soon were locked in a deep kiss. He grabs one of my shoulders with one of his hands, and the other...