A/N: This is my first fanfic, please review! I want to know if I should continue this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, although I wish I did.

I've been feeling weird lately. I don't know what it is. I've been felling nauseous, moody and, the most occurring symptom: being tired. Which I can not afford to be, not now anyway, now that Peeta and I are going back into the Games.

Peeta... I still don't know my feelings for him. Whether its love like I love Prim or that I am in love with him. But we have been acting more like a couple alone more than we ever have before. I think my heart is trying to tell my head something that it just does not want to hear. Not that I want to admit it but I do have some feelings for Peeta, I mean who wouldn't, but the thing is I just don't know if I'm in love with him.

Just as I'm thinking I start to feel nauseous again. I run over to the toilet and vomit loudly. Then I hear the door open and close. I get up, rinse my mouth out and go see who it is.

A/N: If you have not noticed this is after the Quarter Quell announcement and they are at the training center. I know this is a slow chapter but I had to start somewhere. Hope you guys enjoyed it, I will be posting more! :)