it came again. the day of sorrow. the day of pain. here in District 5, we supply all the electricity for all of Panem. when a child reaches 16 in the Capitol, there would be a huge celebration, but here, it marks the start of a new part of your life. from 16 up, you're expected to work in either the factories, or, like my sister and brother, go up the pylons to carry out repairs. but i am different. most people in my district think of me as lucky, i say otherwise. i used to work on the pylons, but then i was caught in an accident. i suffered severe burns all along my right side, and due to that have incredibly restricted movement. due to this, i was told i could no longer work. as all my family go off to work all day, i am left in the house all day.