(Read the following passage from The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins again. Then tell me what the mood is in the space provided. Please explain what in the passage creates that mood) [Buttercup] hates me. Or at least distrusts me. Even though it was years ago, I think he still remembers how I tried to drown him in the bucket when Prim brought him home. Scrawny kitten, belly swollen with worms, crawling with fleas. The last thing I needed was another mouth to feed. But Prim begged so hard, cried even, I had to let him stay.
