District Six: Vincent Ceranada
Usually, it's only the Career Districts that volunteer for the Hunger Games. This year, there were two others. One of them was me. The other one was Katniis Everdeen, who volunteered so her little sister would not be sentenced to death.
Oh, Katniss, don't you think I would have done the same if I could have?
That's all I want to tell her. Well, actually, I want to tell her everything-about Bella and her smiling face and her freckles and curly auburn hair; about how that smiling face twisted into a look of horror and terror when she was reaped; about how I tried to get someone-anyone-to volunteer, and how District Six had left us with silence; about the shadow of the Cornucopia obscuring her face as she screamed her last word, and about her body, bloody and broken from the swing of an ax. I wanted to tell Katniss about how much my family has suffered-and about how miserable I was that I had volunteered to go into the Games, just to die for her. I wanted the girl on fire to understand how much I admire her and fear for her.
She has to understand.
Hello everybody! I'm wishing you a happy National Punctuation Day as it comes to a close, and reminding you to click the lovely green button right below this message, because goodness knows I am dying inside every evening from sheer lack of reviews. (By the way, suggestions are still open for D8 boy, D9 girl, and both of D10. Hurry, hurry, hurry!)
