第14部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

　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　Iˇve　done　it！　Now　Iˇve　ruined　everything！　If　Iˇd　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　wasnˇt；　I　was　shooting　at　that　apple　because　I　was　so　angry　at　being　ignored。　I　wasnˇt　trying　to　kill　one　of　them。　If　I　were；　theyˇd　be　dead！

Oh；　what　does　it　matter？　Itˇs　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　and　Prim　to　the　munity　home；　or　kill　them？　They　wouldnˇt　kill　them；　would　they？　Why　not？　What　do　they　care？

I　should　have　stayed　and　apologized。　Or　laughed；　like　it　was　a　big　joke。　Then　maybe　I　would　have　found　some　leniency。　But　instead　I　stalked　out　of　the　place　in　the　most　disrespectful　manner　possible。

Haymitch　and　Effie　are　knocking　on　my　door。　I　shout　for　them　to　go　away　and　eventually　they　do。　It　takes　at　least　an　hour　for　me　to　cry　myself　out。　Then　I　just　lay　curled　up　on　the　bed；　stroking　the　silken　sheets；　watching　the　sun　set　over　the　artificial　candy　Capitol。

At　first；　I　expect　guards　to　e　for　me。　But　as　time　passes；　it　seems　less　likely。　I　calm　down。　They　still　need　a　girl　tribute　from　District　12；　donˇt　they？　If　the　Gamemakers　want　to　punish　me；　they　can　do　it　publicly。　Wait　until　Iˇm　in　the　arena　and　sic　starving　wild　animals　on