Moving Day

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Chapter 19:

*37 weeks to go*

After last night I started to feel sorry for Johanna and this morning she came to our door asking for help. 

"Can you help Gale move his stuff into my house today?" I've never seen Johanna act this polite before and it was extremely rare for her to ask for help. I was glad to see she was. 

Peeta, Johanna, and I walked down the road to her house. There was an awkward silence between the three of us, as Peeta and I held hands while Johanna walked alongside him. By the time we arrived, all Gale had was just a few boxes left. Johanna couldn't do much due to the fact her arm was still healing. 

On the other hand, I had no trouble carrying in boxes until I started getting more and more nauseous by the minute. After ten minutes I couldn't walk anymore. I slumped down to the ground and threw up into the box. It had a picture of Gale and I. It just kept coming out. When I was finished I gave Johanna and Peeta a look.

"Well, I guess we know which test was correct now." I tried to smile, but I got strange looks from everyone.

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