I look at the berries and decide that I've had enough. The trainer at the plant station specifically told me to steer clear of these, but apparently, Peeta was too stupid to realize how lethal the the berries were. I think of my mentor, Hemp, who must be shaking her head at the computer screen and urging me to put the berries down. Cecilia had had to take care of her children, therefore, I had been been stuck with Hemp the crack addict, who was reason enough to commit suicide. My mind flashed to Glimmer, the girl from District One. I thought of how she felt so at home in the Capitol, unlike me. Whenever a camera crew cornered her in the hallway she would always strike some sort of pose and blow a kiss at the camera. Apparently, she used her looks as a tool to attract sponsors, but in the end, she was just another pretty face in the crowd. I thought of the kids from the District Five Community Home who I saw walk home from school like they were in Death Row. I thought of how the boy from District Eight that won one year had been from the Community Home, I guess the Community Home there was better. My life was pointless. I had never been particularly strong, kind, or brave for that matter. I hadn't even had the nerve to go on the Training Center Roof. I guess my fifteen years of life all led up to this moment. I shut my eyes and stuffed the berries down my throat. My name is Keda Selman and that I have had enough of the Capitol and their Games.