Credit goes to Suzanne Collins and Kakima54
Imagine this. Foxface didn't eat the berries laid out by peeta. She made it to the final 4. Cato died, and She became the final 3 with Katniss and Peeta. Peeta too weak to fight, Katniss unwilling, and Foxface too weak, what would happen to the games?
District 6. Tributes called Craig and Hannah. We skip past District 15, which I miss like Crazy. We finally arrive in District 4. Me, Katniss and Peeta are dragging our feet and Weary. I know that them, along with their mentor, have been trying to think of ways to convince snow they are in love. So far all have the ideas have been unsuccessful.
When we get off the train in 4, we are welcomed by a party of four peacekeepers and a small group of victors- The legendary Finnick, Annie Cresta, A elderly lady called mags. She smiles at me and gives me a hug. I don't get chance to talk to any more before we are whisked inside.
Gideon and Emily mentioned that although four is not always classed as a career district, some people still train and they still treat the games like a festivity. When we go to make our speech, people hold up the three finger salute and whistle the mockingjay song. We make our speech and small girls come up to us to give us our flowers. I hear one say to Katniss "One day, I'm going to volunteer just like you did". Katniss goes noticeably pale and smiles weakly. A small blonde girl with green eyes presents me with my flowers and says "I can't wait to be in the games. I'm going o be clever and sly, just like you". I smile at her. But she can't. It's District four. She needs to -or wants to- volunteer at 17 or 18.
The party must have been good but the girl is still on my mind. Small and delicate. Like me. Intelligence but innocence radiating from her eyes. Me and Katniss talk about volunteers and how crazy they must be before we get on the train to District 3.
I get up late the next morning. District 3. Gideon tells me that the girl was tortured by the girl from 2 Clove before Cato killed her. They tell me I should talk about her, honour her maybe, in our speech. The girls name was Beth and she was 13. Her district partner was her older brother and he was called James. Their parents lost both their children in a few days. When we go out onto the stage, I look out for just the one podium with both of their photos above it, but I am once again disgusted by the Capitol. There are two podiums, with one parent standing on each. Both are crying and looking at each other. The Capitol has separated them so their victory your will be perfect.
All of us make a speech to talk about Beth. Even though I'm not supposed to, I apologise to her parents for the Captiol making them stand separately. Everyone in the sqaure is either crying or fuming as I finish. People quietly whistle the four note melody again. Their parents hold up the three finger salute. Peacekeepers quickly decend on them. They drag them away, and there are two gunshots that echo through the square. A whole family, gone, in a matter of months. Thanks to the Capitol. I will start the rebellion. And we will win. The thought consumes me as I fall asleep that night.
The Captiol is going down.