I walked into the square, and mounted the podium. Underneath, District 4 milled about, gathering to see the victors of the 74th hunger games. This year was special for my family because of two things. One, my sister, Tara Macken, had participated in the games, and was killed by the tracker jackers one of the victors had thrown down. The second, was that the winners, Katniss Everdeen, and Peeta, had pulled off a stunt that seriously dissed the Capitol. They nearly committed suicide at the same time, and messed up the Hunger Games. Now, Katniss has become a beacon for a resistance against the Capitol. I mean, there has always been a bad air for the Capitol, but now, it's not bad, it's terrible. I heard that District 8, the textiles district, was planning a revolt, and uprising, and our district is ready for that too. Now all we need is for the victors to start their tour, and for someone to light the fuse of a bomb of rage here in District 4. And even if the penalty is death, I plan for that person to be myself.
The people assembled, and a hush fell over the crowd. Across the stage, the curly haired boy's family was standing, stiff like wax statues. As the family of Tara, we were present on the podium. The anthem blared, and the star-crossed lovers from district 12 appeared on stage. The citizens of district 4 cheered, and chanted their names. But under the chanting was rage, even fury, for the capitol. They made their yearly speech, straining their voices to be heard over the chanting. The ceremony sped by. Just as the victors were about to leave, I stepped up. This was the time for me to drop the bomb.
`Wait.` my voice wavered. `Katniss. You killed my sister.` my mother tried to pull me back. I shoved her away. `But I want to thank you.` District 4 gasped, shocked. `In the beginning, it was my name that was drawn from the Reaping. I believed it was out of sympathy and love that my sister took my place. I thought only my sister had a heart to care. But when I saw the reaping at District 12, I thought otherwise. Thank you. Thank you for giving me hope. Thank you for giving me hope that people still care, and have a heart, even under the Capitol.`
The square had fallen silent, not breathing. `I, like many people in my district, hates the Capitol.` Two Capitol guards came forward to restrain me, but I pressed on. `This will be my last act of treachery against the Capitol, but…` I raised my three middle fingers to my lips, and held them out to Katniss, my voice quivering. I knew I was about to die, but I steeled myself. My life was not a forfeit. This is for the rebellion, this is for my people, this is for Tara. I thought. `Thank you Katniss, and long live the resistance!` I finished before the guards forced me to my knees. My mother was fighting desperately with the guards, begging them to let me go and forgive me. Underneath, the crowd was screaming words of fury at the Capitol, and beating the guards. My restrainers dragged me to the front of the stage, and I flinched as I felt the cold, unforgiving barrel of a gun on the side my skull. I looked up at Katniss, and smiled. Then I closed my eyes, and breathed in the salty sea air, until the bullet that would end my life, fired out of the barrel.