Optimist. She liked that word, thought it suited her. Her odds were fine. She was small, quick and a fast learner. But even if she died for the Capitol's amusement she has seen and felt things they never imagined. The bright sun giving life to the corps, the birds singing even in rainy days, her sisters fooling around with her and their mother always saving them a hug and a bedtime story although she was tired from work.
Rue felt optimist and sorry for all these weird coloured people. They had a life of luxury but empty of moments.
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I know what many of you think. That Rue is only twelve and she can't possibly be so brave. However, as I see it no kid stays pure and gentle for a long time in a society formed like Panem and especially in 11.