A/N: I don't know about your location, but it is freezing in California. I'm not use to the cold! Anyway, here's chapter 6, Poem 6, whatever. Oh yeah, and I don't own any characters, everything belongs to Suzanne Collins, the sky is blue, yada, yada.
Family
Families come.
They come to say goodbye to the tributes.
The girl's family comes first.
They are crying.
Tears run down their face.
They look sad.
The boy's family comes next.
They aren't crying.
Tears don't run down their face.
But they still look sad.
I don't have a family.
I have nobody who cries for me.
I have nobody whose tears run down their face for me.
Nobody is sad.
….
Time is up.
The girl comes out.
The boy comes out.
They come toward me.
They look sad,
They love their families.
Their families love them.
But no family loves me.
Except for Mags.
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