Peeta’s just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh. “Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. 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.
Walking into my finals like Jon snow.
I know nothing
“Family is often born of blood, but it doesn’t depend on blood. Nor is it exclusive of friendship. Family members can be your best friends, you know. And best friends, whether or not they are related to you, can be your family.”
me coming back to mcdonalds in the same day
"I just wanted to hold them accountable, if only for a moment,” says Peeta.“For killing that little girl.”
I have never been so stressed in my entire life I jut want to crawl under my desk and die
Fergalicious. I be up in the gym just working on my fitness.