Then I get it, what it means. At least, for me. District 12 only has three existing victors to choose from. Two male. One female... I am going back into the arena.

I don't write about adolescence. I write about war. For adolescents.

I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

Yes, I’m a mouse. Squeak, squeak. Now shoo-shoo back to your little bug friends,” said Rirped, picking up a hunk of dried beef. He tore a off a piece with his teeth and noticed Boots hadn’t moved. He pulled back his lips to reveal a row of jagged teeth and gave her a sharp hiss.

I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.