One more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.
So here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guard
Every lesson forms a new scar
They never thought you’d make it this far
But turn around, oh they’ve surrounded you
Five days after black and red collide.
The motion sickness past, I’ll be the first to stand.
Behind that weathered door, I thought it would be safest.
My head is dizzy now, I thought we’d overcome.
We might not make it home tonight.
“I look at my little sister and think how she has inherited the best qualities
our family has to offer: my mother’s healing hands, my father’s level head, and my fight.
There’s something else there as well, something entirely her own.”
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.
“I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun”.
-Katniss Everdeen
