Katniss and OPEN
Katniss didn't want to be here, but Haymitch had insisted the getting out and about would be good for her. Better than moping in her room and brooding over her Dreams anyway. They were bad right now. The world seemingly falling apart around her and everything she touched seemed to shatter.
Sighing, she walked past a table covered in books, running her fingertips over the covers; smooth ones, rough ones, embossed ones. One with a rubbery cover caught her attention and she picked it up before someone's voice drew her attention.