"Are you, are you coming to the tree. Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free. Strange things did happen here, no stranger it would be. If we met, we met in the hanging tree."
The words of our nation. The song of the people. Hope. Joy. With a song about death. How ironic. My name is Sally. Sally Everdeen. I'm the forgotten one.
I'm not a lovechild. Well, I guess I am, but you'll never guess who the mother is. I'm not going to tell you until the end of course! Or there would be no suspense. I'll tell you who the dad is. Lean in close. Close your eyes. My father is... Ha! You really thought I'd tell? Never. Ever. Ever. I am more ashamed of him than I am of this nation's one true hope. More like one true nope. Maybe I should explain. Let's hop back in time to the day of the reaping. The reaping of the 74th Hunger Games.
She was there. Katniss Everdeen. Before she was the Mockingjay, she was the hungry, pathic girl from twelve. I was of course, also the pathic girl from 12, but hey, this isn't about me. I was five years older than Katniss. I had one job. It was from my father and it was oh, so simple. Kill Primrose Everdeen.
I had the simplest plan. Replace all the names in the bowl with hers. No one had ever volunteered in 12, and no one would for the poor, girl with only one card in. It didn't matter how many cards Effie Trinket picked from. Primrose Everdeen was going to the arena and was going to die.
Then, the issue with the whole, "I volunteer as tribute" and the three fingers and all that. But really, that made it easier for me to kill them both! Katniss would die in the hands of the arena and the mother was a filthy, alcoholic who needed Katniss. So, killing Prim in her sleep would be easy, too. My plan was simple. Easy even. But the only issue was convincing my father. I'm sure you've guessed by now. My father, our holy leader, President Snow.
I hope you see why I chose my mother's last name. Sally Snow. Ugh. How cliche for a book character. So yeah, President Snow the bad guy. He made sweet love to my mother, who we shall call Snake, and out popped me!
Back to the flashback. Your question should be, why kill Prim and Katniss. To which I'll reply, it was my father's idea. You see, the girls don't even know this, but the "explosion" that blew up their dad, was actually my father. The poorer districts always were in defiance of the Capital. But, Bitch 1 and Bitch 2's dad was the leader of the rebels. So once he died, the girls picked up in his tracks without even trying to. So, they had to die.
My father called me in an hour after the Reaping.
"Sally," he said and I knew what was about to happen. The scars were already painful enough. And he was about to add more.