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As I stride toward the elevator, I fling my bow to one side
and my quiver to the other. I brush past the gaping Avoxes
who guard the elevators and hit the number twelve button
with my fist. The doors slide together and I zip upward. I actually
make it back to my floor before the tears start running
down my cheeks. I can hear the others calling me from the sitting
room, but I fly down the hall into my room, bolt the door,
and fling myself onto my bed. Then I really begin to sob.
Now I’ve done it! Now I’ve ruined everything! If I’d stood
even a ghost of chance, it vanished when I sent that arrow flying
at the Gamemakers. What will they do to me now? Arrest
me? Execute me? Cut my tongue and turn me into an Avox so I
can wait on the future tributes of Panem? What was I thinking,
shooting at the Gamemakers? Of course, I wasn’t, I was shooting
at that apple because I was so angry at being ignored. I
wasn’t trying to kill one of them. If I were, they’d be dead!
Oh, what does it matter? It’s not like I was going to win the
Games anyway. Who cares what they do to me? What really
scares me is what they might do to my mother and Prim, how
my family might suffer now because of my impulsiveness. Will
they take their few belongings, or send my mother to prison
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