It's my birthday tomorrow. My 16th.
I care not for my birthday but for the day it falls on.
The Reaping.
Funny, really, how these things happen; if you consider the fact that I'm a tribute in this year's Games.
Well that's the plan anyway.
I have refused to volunteer these past few years; a fact that mystifies my family and friends. If I'm going into the Games, I'm going to win. Last week, District 2's AEHG (Academy for Excellence in the Hunger Games), which I have attended since I turned two, named me as the best female student that has ever walked their hallways. This is the cue I have been waiting for. I refuse to die in the Games. This is what I need to give myself a fighting chance (no pun intended).
But the Reaping is still a day away. Let's concentrate on today. Not being fully focused on training could mean the difference between first and second place.
