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Foxface they call me. Is it because I'm sly and cunning? Quick and quiet? Intelligent and clever? Is it my red hair? Pointed features? The ears?
Or is it because they don't know my name? Everyone always forgets. It's Finch I want to I want to scream! But I don't scream. I never do, never did, never will.
I just continue throughout this sick game, doing what they want. But it'll never be enough. There's still the Star Crossed Lovers and The Secret Star Crossed Lovers That Only I Noticed and The Boy Who Will Only Play By His Own Rules. No One Will ever notice the nobody from District Five that only runs and never kills.
So I give up. It's really my only choice. If all the others some how end up dead before me for whatever reason, the Capitol and Snow will hate me. I'll never kill anyone, I'm not interesting, I'm not pretty, and I'm hopelessly untalented except for my intelligence. The Capitolites would hate me.
The Star Crossed Lovers never noticed me. Or specifically the Boy With The Bread. He's too loud and oblivious. It works in my favor though.
The berries were tart. I could feel their sour juices running down my throat. It was a simple way to go, really. I could've died with arrows flying towards my skull, being tortured with knives sadistically for hours, my neck being broken in a split second, getting run through with a sword.
I envision a smile on my face as I go. They won't know my name, but that's okay. Finch of District Five is no more. I'm only Foxface, the clever tribute that was too clever and not clever enough.
(Let me know what you think!)
(And yes Finch is her name, you can hear Ceaser saying it very briefly in the movie and it's in the tribute guide)