i dont own the hunger games. i know this is kinda suckish. but im new. i want some feedback. and if you dont like it. say i dont like it BECAUSE... i want to knwo why you dont like it ok!

if its written like this this is whats happening!

if its like this its the song

I look at little rue. My older sister was rue from the 74 hunger games. Its been awhile since then. But I do remember every part of her death. I remember the song. I would sing myself to sleep at night with that song. It was my copping mechanism.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

I remember when katniss the singer of the song, my older sister's last sight came to our district. I remember what happened because of it. I don't think I was ever mad at her. I was thankful that she was there for rue. She saved her from the capitol. I only understood that 3 years later. When katniss escaped. And they bombed all the districts. When me and my family escaped. When I turned 12.

Lay down your head, and close your eyes
And when they open, the sun will rise

I look at little rue. She is dosing off. Laying her head on a couple of daisies. She loves daises.

Here it's safe, and here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet–
–and tomorrow brings them true

I look around. It's amazing here. The warmth fuels everybody even in the worst of times. Were ready for everything- and anything that can happen. Little rue fidgets, but relaxes and smiles.

Here is the place where I love you.

My little rue looks exactly like rue did. I love them both

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away

I guess that is us

A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away

Well we didn't get off that easy.. But it did happen sooner. I guess I wouldn't be here if it never got easier

Here it's safe, and here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Rue gives a contended sigh. I can't help but smile. She is so beautiful

Here your dreams are sweet–
– and tomorrow brings them true

Thousands of dreams came true

Here is the place where I love you.

Thank you to the mockingjay,

Here is the place where I love you.

here in district 13

well there it is