Johanna's P.O.V
My life is shit. Always has been always will be. Nothing I can do will change that. There will always be something that takes my hopes and my dreams, of being happy of starting a normal happy life, and mangles it almost beyond repair. Every time I fix it, make it even close to what a normal life should be, something comes along and changes everything again. It's never for the best.
It started when I was born. I had a normal childhood well, a normal childhood in district 7. I learnt how to wield an axe when I was around four. In some districts apart from 1,2 and 4 this would be strange. I mean why would you let your child run around with a weapon that could easily decapitate a fully-grown man with a single blow? Well, at my home if you can't use an axe you can't live. We are a lumber and paper district so our lives are cutting down trees and turning them into something useful.
As a child I grew up in a small house made of wood in the middle of a dense pine forest. Every morning I'd get up at sunrise and help my brothers bring down a five-ten meter pine and we'd spend the rest of the day using our rusty old axes to chop it to pieces so the rich capitol people could waste it all on fancy furniture like a four-post bed. We made enough money to eat and we were happy.
Then I came of age to be reaped. Every year from the day I was twelve I dreaded the hunger games. I knew I should be safe district seven is one of the biggest but somewhere in that giant fish bowl my name and my brothers names were in there. Every year like every one else I had nightmares about being reaped. For two years I was petrified. For three years I had nightmares. When I was fifteen my nightmare became
reality. . .