"Would you like to become the symbol of the rebellion? As our youngest victor ever, we thing you have the aura of rebellion we are looking for. You never put on a big show for the capitol when you were in the arena. We want you to represent us." Plutarch declared.
I quitly said I wiold try it, and headed back to my room. I solemnly picked up my only picture of Zane. If Carlin hadn't killed him, we could have had a life together. Instead, I am alone. I was starting to feel glad that I had killed her.
I remembered seeing Carlin casually walking up to him and tossing her hair as if she was trying to make him fall in love with her before she killed him. Thenshe took out a little knife and slit his throat, as I screamed in horror.
I was not going to make anyone else go through this. The games must stop.