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Dear Mother,

I can not tell you how bad I feel for giving up in the Games. I should have broke the boy's neck instead of trying to strangle him. I should have killed the girl in the tree when I had the chance. Looking back, we had weapons to chop down the tree, or we could have burned the tree down. I'm sorry I disgraced you with such a stupid choice. I cannot bear to think of the shame in which I brought to our family. I hope that Aunt Enobaria brought back our families' honor once again. Nobody won, but I like to think that she was helping the Capitol until their unfortunate fall. Although I was delighted to hear about how they held on until as long as possible. Is it true about what they said about the fall of the Nut? Is dear sister Vanessa okay? What about Father? Please tell me that they were not injured, as I heard there were only about 200 survivors.

You will be delighted to know that I have been working with the Federal Bureau of Investigation I get to bring honor to my country, and I still get the violence that I crave. Although I am not killing, as I was raised to do, I am still able to use the forcefulness that I am so accustomed to. The broken time travel machine dropped me off at the year 2001, right before a horrid attack on the Twin Towers. I feel as though America is stronger than Panem had described it, as this country, after such a horrible attack, still shows no sign of crumbling.

I miss you quite a bit. Please tell Vanessa and Father that I miss them, also. And please tell my girlfriend, Hannah, that I miss her very much and that I love her. I hope to return to you soon.

Your son,

Cato

Thanks for reading! This story was edited by me, so I apologize for any mistakes, although I don't believe there are any! I am also thinking of writing response letters, but am not sure. Review or PM me your opinions!

Luv ya!

~Clarke

Imagination gallops; judgement merely walks. ~Traditional proverb

P.S. My love and extreme gratitude for the people who help and lost their lives in 9/11. You are never forgotten! 3