Why do I feel so different to everyone else?

This question has been stuck in my head since my name got picked out for the 60th hunger games. There had been a slight disturbance when my name got called out, as I'm the loveable 12-year-old daughter of the guy who got shot for protecting his family. I guess some people could call me lucky as I live in district 2 I've had a year of training and exceled in all of the classes as well as being bumped into 16 – 18 year olds, as I'm talented in killing people, which is nothing to be proud of.

My heart is pounding but not of nerves I've never felt like I haven't belonged when I'm in crowds. My angle of the interview is cute and innocent which wont be hard as I can safely say I'm both, I've been told that I am enough times buy the population of district 2 and my prep team. As I walk onto the stage I realize what that buzz of energy was not caffeine, even though I have had cups and cups of coffee because of sleepless night of wondering who would miss me if I didn't survive, it was adrenalin my eyes cleared and it felt like a fog had lifted not only from my senses but my mind realizing that if I tried really tried I could win I could win if I really wanted it and maybe just maybe it would leave me in history books all over district 2 and maybe even in the capitol and over districts I have to try its what I've always wanted