I am the 12 year old from Eleven,
The one with the worst odds,
This is why I was shocked
When I made it to Final 8.
Katniss has a great plan,
And I know I can do it.
All I have to do is light two fires,
And make and light a third.
The plan is working,
Until I make the third fire.
I haven't lit it yet,
But that District 1 boy,
He found me.
I start to climb,
He is heavy and can't follow.
But he camps below me.
I had no weapons,
And he had that spear.
I hear an explosion,
And Katniss's face isn't in the sky.
We are both alive,
At least for now.
It is dawn,
And I try to climb down,
But he hears me.
I sprint as fast as I can,
But he keeps up.
I fall into a net,
And I can't get out.
I scream and scream for Katniss,
Then I hear her answer.
As she nears,
The boy raises his spear.
Katniss bursts through the trees,
Just in time to watch his spear pierce my body.
She kills him with an arrow,
And looks for more enemies.
There are none,
So she comes and holds my hand.
I beg her to sing to me.
She sings a comforting song,
It tells of a wonderful place.
I begin to drift off at the last line:
"Here is the place where I love you"
Then, I died.
I am gone now,
And I watch Katniss place flowers around me.
I am in the place Katniss spoke of,
Safe from the world.
I was the 12 year old from Eleven.