I'm from District 13 but I live in the Capitol. Father should've killed me with the rest of my district. Instead he's kept me alive so that I can again remind the other Districts of what they would be without him and the games. He said I was too,"Proclaim I was District 13 and die. Horribly. The worst death ever." and that he had,"Volunteered me because he was afraid a rebellion was going to start."
I don't know if i'm from District 13 or if I'm really his daughter.
Which is why I'm standing here; surrounded in grass; getting ready to run for my life into God knows what. The last thing I heard before coming up into the arena was "May the odds be ever in your favor." And they never are. So, I'm expecting the worst. But you know what? I'll just go out with a bang.
A.N. I've had this story stuck in my head for a bit. It'll be good to finally get it out.