Rich
You didn't need lots of money to be rich. My family was rich with love. Love didn't buy you food or clothes, but it was nice to know that I had a family to come home to. The Capitol stripped me of any affection; I had no friends in here. Only the birds, but they would trust anyone who gave them food. I had no home, only the trees. The Capitol made us live like vagrants before killing us off, slowly. Katniss was rich; she would be even richer when she won. I was poor and homeless. No love here.
Understanding
I knew why she did it. She tried to help; if I was her I would have done the same. I was the small, defenceless tribute, the one who had no hope. She watched me like an overprotective mother. This alliance wouldn't last long, one of us would die. I would die. I understood why she felt that she had to help me. She didn't want me to die and leave the arena knowing that she did nothing to ease my suffering. Till death do us part. She would carry on, she had to. She had to win for me.
Escape
I could never picture her in the orchards. I tried so hard to paint her that way. I tried to make an escape for her. I wanted to let her out of the games. Free her from the clearing where her life ended. I couldn't, she was always in the arena. Her face was stony; there was never a smile on her lips. I couldn't find one. She was never happy in the arena. Even when I drew her with Katniss, there was always a a touch of sadness in her eyes. She was only at peace when she died.
A/N: I'm sorry its late and very short. My cousins are staying this week, and they are completely crazy. I have two weeks off, but I am expected to revise all these two weeks for my GCSE's :O, so back to Judaism revision :) Please review xx