Wow guys, two hundred reviews! You're all SO awesome, this is the most reviews I've ever gotten on a story before :) Thank you all SO much, I love hearing your feedback! Anyway, this is the District 3 boy's drabble. It's a bit shorter than the rest, but I actually really like it. We're getting pretty close to the end here, guys! Coming up are Madge, Mr. Everdeen, Mr. Everdeen, Random Capitol Person/Sponsor, Random Mentor, Katniss herself, and my special surprise drabble, so if you have any special requests, mention them now! Thank you for all the great reviews, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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I really like the girl tribute from District 12, and I don't know why.
She doesn't smile much or show off her body in tight clothes, like some of the other girls here. At the same time, she's not terrified and sickly-looking, unlike most of her fellow girl tributes.
That's still not a good reason to like her. Not being constantly afraid or oozing sexuality doesn't make her likeable.
But she is pretty, I have to admit it. Her face isn't the main thing that attracts me, though it is appealing. During the Opening Ceremony, when she was waving to the crowd and blowing them kisses, I found myself noticing her hands, and they've caught my attention ever since. Her dark fingers are long and slender, her palms round and smooth. They're beautiful.
We don't have hands like that in District 3. We look normal otherwise, but everyone who works in the factories-which is most of the population-have gnarled, almost deformed-looking hands, crippled from being crammed into places too small for them for years and years. That's if you're lucky. If you aren't, you'll be missing a knuckle, a finger, maybe even a whole hand, the result of an incorrectly wired bomb.
I'm probably the only person who has noticed her hands, or even bothers to look at them. Everyone else sees the slim body, the dark hues of her, the penetrating grey eyes. But I've seen other girls who are slender or have exotic coloring or startling eyes. It's the hands, the beautiful, beautiful hands, that set her apart, that make her special.
It's the hands that will have to kill if she's going to survive this. It makes me sad, to think of such perfect things being used for some as flawed as murder. But that's how it must be.
There is no place for beauty-true beauty, anyway-to survive in these Games.