Since my stylist got shot last year, I get a new idiotic capitolite this year.
I'm about to be sent on my victory tour when a district 7 girl who can't be more than a year younger than me races over to me.
"Johanna, your sister died"
"She can't be dead, she was running around an hour ago"
"If she was alive, she wouldn't be in two pieces on the floor of your house"
"No." I gasp