Dear Diary,

I haven't talked to Haymitch since I left D12.
Of course that's probably for the best. I don't want anyone else to get killed because of me.
I've been having some awful nightmares the past couple nights.
About smoke,peacekeepers, and white roses. All that I can hear is President Snow laughing over and over and over again in my head. I haven't told anyone about my nightmares. Mainly because everyone is talking about me anyway. I don't feel like being labeled the crazy girl at school during our last week!
I can't believe I'm graduating this week!
It feels like just yesterday I started going to Capitol Hill High.
The squad wanted to go shopping after school this afternoon for our graduation outfits.
So we went to the mall. Like we use to do every Saturday.
A new store opened up after the Presidential welcome that I hadn't seen before. Octavia made me try some of the clothes they had in there.
I liked the dresses they had. All though they were really wild! Maybe that's why I liked them so much..
I found this really cool black and white dress.
Venia picked out a wig to match the dress. I'm not sure how wigs became the latest fashion trend but their still popular. I thought for sure it would have died out by now.
Flavius thinks it'll be around for a really long time. They're really expensive! The wig Venia found for me was more than half the price of the dress I got!

Flavius of course went crazy and dyed his hair (again) this time and odd orange and bought a black suit even though he really wanted the orange one.
Venia and Octavia got the same outfits as me since we're going to have a photo shoot together after graduation and we all wanted to match.
Mom and Dad were waiting on me went I got back from shopping.
They started talking to me about moving out.
I guess I knew it was coming..
Ever since I got back from escorting Haymitch, pamphlets started appearing all over the house.
Apparently we're going to look at a few places tomorrow after school.
Ugh I thought they was going to wait at least until after summer before they started pushing me to move out.
I guess they're ready to be empty nesters.
I'll write some more tomorrow after I look at flats with mom and dad..
Love,

Effie