Twelve years of the Hunger Games had passed, and District Five only had one Victor to show for it. Compared to One and Two and their numbers, it was pathetic. Laughable.
The fact that their lone Victor was already a pathetic and laughable person herself certainly did not help manners. She was so frail, so weak-willed, it was nothing short of a miracle she survived.
But, people kept telling themselves reassuringly, if she won, then so could anyone else.
The bar was set pretty low. Surely anyone could jump victoriously over it.
And yet four more failed to do so.