A/N: I have decided to try writing some drabbles, primarily because I'm trying to postpone writing the next chapter of You Were Chosen, and I want to take a break and write something short and sweet. Well, maybe not that sweet, but you get my point. Should I continue?


Effie Trinket

I often wonder why I chosen this job.

The pay is appalling. Each year I'm training two kids to die a gruesome death for our pleasure.

I hide what I think of this under a thin shield of indifference.

But I guess it's our fault for putting them through this pain.

There are some years, of course, that stand out from the rest of the group.

Particular ones where we just gave up and silently apologized for our weakness and helplessness.

We try, believe me, we do try. We try hard to protect them.

But sometimes, it's just not enough.