Effie And Haymitch の小説・ストーリー

Effie sighed. "You had a pet buried in the backyard?" Logan asks curiously. "Not a pet; he's more like a companion when I feel down. I rescued an injured squirrel, and we became close before a cat killed him." Effie leaned back after finishing her meal. "I was ten. I cried to Athena to help me bury him in the backyard next to the tree." "What did you name him?" I asked and sat next to Leo. "Alvin Simon Theodore Reid." I stared at her blankly, and Logan was the person to crack up.

I fear it will completely go out before Katniss comes back. There is bread by the wall from the last batch Katniss brought four days ago, so I pick it up and start eating. Gracious Elysia, I feel miserable. The bread tastes like a collaboration of sand and mud in my mouth. I wonder if Olivia is doing okay. Last I heard of her Katniss had told me she won her first match in the Dance of the Dead and has just four more to go.

Julian continued without pause. The man didn't care if the secretary was grimacing and scratching her eyebrows. Katniss Johnson had to catch the code that Julian Evans' attention was fixed on Mia and would never move. Even, until the waiter came to bring the main course, Julian still had time to add a story about the girl.

“Do you know who she is?” “A newbie, Commander. Someone Mia brought to the party.” Evander glanced around until he found Mia. Unlike the boy, she didn’t back down or cower. Instead, she walked away like it was nothing going on. “Listen up.” He pointed to me. “She is the tribute. Anyone seen with their hands on her will die.” Without hesitation, Evander picked the boy up, and in a quick motion, he twisted his head. All I heard was his neck snap and everyone gasped.

He cupped my cheek, his warm hand a comforting weight. “God is truly kind,” I whispered, looking into his eyes. “After all the pain, this joy feels like a miracle.” James leaned closer, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone. “Let’s start over, Katniss. Let’s rebuild everything from the ground up. I know there will be challenges—hard ones. But this time…” He paused, his gaze firm and filled with quiet determination. “This time, let’s face them together. Don’t give up on us. Don’t give up on me.”

Well, half of the prize will still go to them being that there are the only surviving player and a winner must emerge. 1st Commentator: I stand with you. The boy is a prodigy. 2nd Commentator: Katniss has arrived at the chest area and...Oh my...she has shot Peeta!! This is unbelievable!! 1st Commentator: I didn't for once see this coming!! This ship was not only sunk, It was buried beneath the sea floor to be found no more!! And they went on and on. We all entered the car to go home. Well, not after mom had gone to a nearby store and bought things for me to eat. She was complaining on how slim I had become.

~.NOVA.~ Under the moon's watchful gaze, we had on the grass hidden from the tributes we saw earlier. Suddenly, a distant sound reached our ears—a haunting melody that echoed through the night. We exchanged wary glances, recognizing the tune as a signature of the Hunger Games organizers. "It's the anthem," Horia whispered, her voice tinged with dread. "They're showing the fallen tributes." We looked up at the sky. There, illuminated by the moonlight, were the faces of the fallen tributes, their images projected like ghostly apparitions.

Rebecca looked to Elliot and nodded. “He not only told us about the food but also about some of the ways that people were treated in that village. You have to remember that most people have never traveled outside of their village apart from going to the Reaping. We could only know for sure that this was all happening in just this village. We learned of beatings, rape, and even murder.” Elliot finishes this statement with the same look on his face that I had seen on Thomas’s many times. A look of shame.

I would catch Liam staring at me, and when I did look at him, he would move his eyes someplace else. That prick! "Besides having you relax with friends," Effie said, her eyes gleaming with delight and joy. I could see it sparkle, illuminated by the fire. "I want you to meet someone." My brows frown as I ask, "who?" Effie looks over her shoulder, and Logan pops up from the inner circle of the crowd. I see him holding a pink blanket in his arms, holding what appears to be...a baby? Logan came to Effie's side and handed her the baby. She cuddles and coos, and I see her face lights up even more as if she has fallen in love all over again, but it's not for Logan.

I finally said. He nodded and left the room. We watched him go. Only when he was out of the room did either of us breathe. “Wow. He is intense.” I exhaled. “Yeah.” I couldn’t tell Izzy about what he had done. What I had done.Hell, I wasn’t sure myself what it all meant or how I felt about it. “Effie, it’s polite to offer chocolates to others first before you dig in.” My sister tried to sound strict, but I saw the proud smile she worked to hide. Effie turned her big, pale blue eyes to her mom, her mouth working on a second piece of chocolate. She rose to her feet and walked over to us.