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My darling sister,

I'm sorry that I'll never get to know you like I should. I'm sorry that I'm almost an entire train journey away from you right now. And most of all, I'm sorry you're going to have to watch me die.

It started out like a normal year. Well, I'd only had 1 previously, but this reaping seemed to be just as usual. Of course, you won't know what the reaping is yet. But that's where I went this morning. And that's the reason that before I got on this train you held my little finger in your tiny hand and wouldn't let it go. A peacekeeper had to prise you off me, in the end. I don't know how, but you seemed to realise that I was going forever.

Anyway, the 18 year old boys, the big ones, were all lined up with the rest, but they had that air of superiority about them, saying "I'm going to volunteer this year. And I'm going to win." Of course, that happened. The one who looked the most menacing stood up to take a 15 year old's place. It seemed like he didn't realise 23 others were going to have to die for him to come out alive. You don't understand the games yet though. And I know it's selfish of me, but I'm glad I don't have to be the one to explain it to you.

Before that boy got reaped though, it was the girls' turn. I wasn't worried. Not really. You hardly ever get 13 year old careers. But what I failed to notice was that none of the older girls looked strong this year. None of them looked willing to die. So when my name was read out, and the response to volunteering was silence, I was in some sort of state of shock. The peacekeepers dragged me up to the stage, and as I placed my foot onto the hard surface next to the large glass ball containing names that would be safe until next year, you started to cry. I think you realised before me that it was the beginning of my end.

I'm on a train now, to the Capitol. Do you remember I told you about the Capitol? But I doubt that it will be just like I said it was. There will still be the same vibrant, beautiful landscape, and the multi-coloured people and the amazing food. But it won't be the same, not where I'm heading.

Do you know about the children who go to training every day, back at home? Do you remember that time I went last year? You were only little, back then. Even littler than you are now. But that was one of the worst days of my life. We were put through various strenuous physical exercises, and I could hardly get through the first one. They soon realised, though, that I could hardly pick up a knife, let alone use one, and sent me home. Well, I'm going to training again. Just a bit further away this time.

You may think it's strange for a girl of our district not to be strong. But we have enough money. I never had to be.

I know it sounds awful, but I sometimes wish our lives had been harder. Then I might have a chance of returning. But I know that I don't. I'm small, skinny, and 13. I highly doubt that anyone's going to team up with me, let alone sponsor me. I'm even being ignored by my district partner.

But you have to be strong, Clove. Because soon I'm not going to be there to help you and Mum, like I have been doing since Dad left. You need to be as strong as you can be, and go to every training session possible to make you stronger. It's an honour to win, remember that. Because if your name gets read out from a slip of paper, and no one steps up to take your place, Mum wouldn't be able to cope with losing you as well.

I'm almost here now, nearly ready to get off the train. I don't know if I'll be able to get this to you before I go to the arena. But I'm going to try my hardest.

Just like I'll try to get home. Even though I know I won't succeed.

Your loving sister, C x