“Katniss, the girl who was on fire.” Cinna was right to believe that the outfit would be wonderful. I felt so amazing standing next to Peeta with the fake fire in my hair. When he was first telling me about the idea I had remembered the year the tributes were put out there naked with coal dust all over them. I was certain that’s what he had in mind. He is not who I expected him to be. I was expecting one of the older more flamboyant stylists who do everything in vain to stay young.
“You’re not afraid of fire, are you, Katniss?”
That statement made me a little skeptical of the plan. But as soon as I saw the look on the faces of the crowd I felt wonderful. I loved the feeling of being loved by so many people. I didn’t like the idea of holding Peetas hand at first but it turned to my favor. I was blowing kisses, smiling, and waving at the crowd as they adored us. I hope that the other tributes arn't too jealous of our fantastic kick off to the games.
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