This is my first published piece! I'd love some reviews, let me know what you thought about this and how I can improve.
Enjoy.
The girl I love doesn't know I love her.
She doesn't know the way I feel about her.
She has no idea that I long to hold her in my arms.
I wish I could tell her.
I was going to, but I never got the chance.
We met when we were young.
She's my best friend.
I tell her everything.
We're close enough to be siblings-we even look a little alike.
I don't look at her like a brother looks at a sister.
We've been through five reapings together.
The first four were uneventful.
She was never picked. Neither was I. I could breathe a sigh of relief.
The fifth, however, was my worst nightmare.
She was the female tribute.
The bastards at the Capitol have made her into someone else.
She's now a puppet in their games.
I fear for her life every day.
I am afraid of what I might see on our television screen.
She has someone else with her, at least.
It sickens me to see them look at each other.
Every time he touches her, I want to gag.
He doesn't deserve her; he barely knows her.
How could she love him so suddenly?
If only I had told her sooner.
I may never get the chance to feel her lips on mine.
She may never come back.
She means everything to me.
I miss her so much.
But Catnip doesn't know I love her.