The moment I met her, I was drunk. I thought she was like the rest, a skinny, malnourished, frightened little tribute girl. Brushed her off, like the rest, and didn't give it another thought. But then she tried to survive. Actually, it was the boy who knocked some sense into her. At the beginning, she had the same idea I did. And he changed that in a second at that interview. She realized she still had a chance, with him, with her sister, with that "cousin" of hers. From the moment that gong rung, she fought and fought. She was the one I was trying to get out, until that announcement. That changed it all. She proved she was the girl on fire.
A/N- really short and bad, i know. hasnt been edited, this is the 1st draft, but i felt like i needed to post something. Review or be reaped!