Alyssa
"Alyssa Snow".
God this thing is rigged. Of course they would have put me in. i'm the president's granddaughter. Well, ex-president. After Katniss shot the coin and his grandad died laughing. And suddenly I'm laughing. Walking up to the presidential palace, wearing my best dress and make-up, and, god, I look beautiful. But what good is that now. I don't know how to fight, i don't know how to survive on my own, i don't know how to do anything. I'm just so used to living in luxury. Nathan would know. He knows everything. Oh yeah. Nathan's my boyfriend. He is only the most amazing, cute, lovely, kind, did i say cute? Take it from me, you will never find anyone like him.
Peeta
Why are we doing this? This isn't right. The revolution was supposed to stop this. This could never have worked. That poor girl. The poor people who loved her.
Nathan
Oh god.
Oh no.
I'm screaming in my head, and she's.. She's laughing. She's Laughing. She's…. No she's crying. No she's laughing and crying. Why? why. WHY! God please don't take her away from me. Effie's hand is in the male jar again.
"Nathan Chandler"
Suddenly I'm laughing too. Oh God. Maybe I can save her. But that means I have to die. Aaaggghhh. What should i do? Cry? Laugh? Scream? I walk up to the platform in front of the palace. I clutch my token in my hand. A locket. Three photos. My mother, my sister, and Alyssa. I never knew my father, all I know is that he was a victor. A desirable one. President snow used him. Sold him. Then he met mom. President snow tried to keep using him but he refused. They took him away and no-one ever saw him again. But by that time ,mom was pregnant with me and Janae. Janae's my twinsister.
"Come on dear", a warm voice says. Effie. "it's alright"
But it isn't. This is wrong. so wrong. But we did it to them so i guess… we deserve it. I hear a scream in the crowd. I look around and see janae collapsed on the ground. People crowd around to help her but, somethings different. I used to be part of that crowd but…i will never be one of them again. I can try to be, but I won't. I'll either be dead or a victor, like my dad. President Paylor walks over. She dismisses the crowd and crouches down next to janae and calls me back over. I'm running, not thinking. Janae stands up and i embrace her slender body and she whispers in my ear
"You can win this".