But I Don't Know What To Him

Haymitch In My Head Full-time. Horrifying

My Guess Is That Fearful Events Are The Hardest To Root Out. They're The Ones We Naturally Remember The Best, After All.

Whenever I Write A Story, I Hope It Appeals To Both Boys And Girls.

I Can See The First Apple Teetering When I Let The Third Arrow Go, Catching The Torn Flap And Ripping It From The Bag. For A Moment, Everything Seems Frozen In Time. Then The Apples Spill To The Ground And I'm Blown Backward Into The Air.

I Start To Crack At Four Hundred To One.