Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

This is no place for a girl on fire.

Ladies and gentlemen....." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!

The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.

Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.

In really bad times, the hungriest would gather at his door at nightfall, vying for the chance to earn a few coins to feed their families by selling their bodies. Had I been older when my father died, I might have been among them. Instead I learned to hunt.