On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Swim meet
Im so sad i didnt participate for my swim meet :(
i couldve gotten more points for my house (even though my house won) YAY!
but still :(
and this year its easier because the fast people left the school
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