Dally's POV:

i was pretty jumpy on the train heading back to district 12. I just wanted to go home. I just want everything to go back to normal for a while. I hate the Games. I wish I'd died like everyone else. Every time I blink I see their faces. The kids I killed. I saw Glade and Hector. Hector. That dirty rotten traitorous rat! I couldn't stop thinking about what Marcia wanted to tell me.

When were getting close, Katniss turns to me and says, "this is the hardest part of the Hunger Games: coming home. I don't expect you to hold your scars up high,in fact, I expect you to do the exact opposite."

"I think I'm gonna throw up." I say as were pulling up to the station. It seems that the entire district is there. I feel like there's a giant pumpkin in the pit of my stomach.

"Ready to face the music?" Peeta asks me.

I nod, fearing that If I open my mouth I'll vomit.

We step on the platform and are greeted by a huge cheering crowd. The gang, Cherry, and Randy run up to me and pull me into a group hug. Cherry pulls my face to hers and kisses me. "Hey!" I hear Bob say.

"I'm sorry, did you just win the Hunger Games?" Cherry shouts back at him.

the gang says all kinds of compliments, questions, and comments to me.

My mom comes up to me, teary eyed. She brushes the hair out of my face and runs her fingers along my scar. Then she engulphes me in a bear hug. I pat her on the back. Her hair had started to gray. So has my dad's.

Im glad to be hoMe.

but I'm scared.

I nervously look around every once in a while.

it were as if my brain was still back in the arena.

I'm not proud of myself for any of what happened in the arena.

im embarrassed.

i just hope things can get back to normal.