"No no no no no. Like this, you little girl. Stop being such a wrong little nuisance." Mrs. Mellark squawks right into my ear.

I wince, "I'm sorry Mrs. Mellark. I understand it now. And thank you for letting me have this job in the first place." She smiles, or grimaces. I've never really seen her smile before, and then walks away.

Good, I can make bread in peace. I remembered the way Katniss' face lit up when she received that medicine. She took my place in the games, sparring my life, so the least I can do is try to help her save her own. Which is why I went right to the witch and her husband yesterday and asked if I could take Peeta's place at the bakery.

They said yes, but that I would get paid very little. Whatever, I'll take what I can get. So now my job is to mix the ingredients for dough up, knead it, and then make it into a puffy loaf of bread.

So far I've made plain bread, cinnamon and sugar bread, and grainy, whole-wheat bread. There's only one downside to the job-the witch. Normally, I don't like saying, or, um, thinking I guess, mean things about people. After all, father once told me to never judge a book by it's cover.

Those are some of the few childhood memories I remember, that and some song called the Hanging Tree. I can't remember it's signifigance, but I remember the words.

And that Katniss sounded like an angel when she sang it. I start mixing the dough back up and then I dump it out onto a board where I start to knead it. I wish I was at home right now, watching her in the Hunger Games, but she's been passed out for seventeen hours, it's kind of worrying.

Mother made me go, especially after how happy I was yesterday that the baker gave me a job. I made her promise to come get me if anything bad happened, like if someone found her and-

I break off mid-thought and shudder. No need to think like that. I go back to kneading the dough.

When the witch finally lets me go home, I walk out of the bakery, with a few coins in my hand and a sweat-drenched outfit and face. Who knew that so many ovens together would be so hot?

I open the front door to our tiny house and see Mother, a thin shawl wrapped around her hunched shoulders, holding a mug with tea that looks frozen in the darkness of the night. She's surrounding the TV, a worn-out armchair hastily pulled up to it.

"Mother?" I call wearily, "Are you okay? Is Katniss okay?" I bite my lip when I remember what I thought of earlier.

"Prim! You're so late!" I hear someone knock to the ground and slowly open my eyes. Mother has worry and guilt written across her face. She didn't know what time I would have come back and thought sooner.

What with Katniss in the Hunger Games, and Father blown to bits by a mine explosion, she's lost alot of people, so I guess she just assumed the worst. I would've done the same.

I take a step closer to the TV, and pull up another armchair. I settle down next to Mother and we stare at the screen for a couple of minutes without talking. Finally she starts brushing my hair with her fingers.

While she starts to rebraid it, I keep watch on the screen. Suddenly, I see someone moving. Katniss! I see her in that shallow ditch again, I grimace. "Mother, Mother, Mother!" I shriek, "Look, it's Katniss! She's alive!"

Mother's hands freeze in my hair and she turns her head. "Oh my..." We're both staring intently at the screen. Katniss grogily gets up and starts wondering around. She stops when she sees a rabbit.

As perfect as usual, Katniss takes it down with a single arrow. Once she's put it away and retrieved the arrow, she finds a stream, and she gets her supplies in order and bathes. I wrinkle my nose, she probably hasn't had a bath in days. Poor, poor Katniss.

I frown as she lays in the shallow part-what if someone finds her? They could kill her, even Rue, the little girl who is my size.

When Katniss finally finishes her business there, they show the careers, still knocked out from the venom. Peeta is in a creek, covered in moss, and dirt, and I can see blood trails behind him.

I bite my lip and hope that Cato doesn't find those, or worse, him plus Clove.

I know, I know. I give you permission to kill me. I am soooo sorry! Words can't describe how sorry I am, I am legit legit legit sorry. Please forgive me, I can only hope I haven't lost any reviewers, I know you're out there, so please . . . step forward and leave a review! Also, I read this new book, called Divergent by Veronica Roth, and if you like the Hunger Games, you would love her book. So . . . check that out, yes.