Sunrise on the Reaping

she spoke about breaking into the Donners’ and stealing that mockingjay pin back.

the walls of a person’s heart are not impregnable, not if they have ever known love.

“I have nothing to live for.” I say this without even a note of self-pity. I am simply stating a fact.

“Then you have nothing to lose. That puts you in a position of power.”

“You promised me.”

With that, she condemns me to life.

He has not forgiven me, will never, but is not beyond pity. Perhaps because he knows what it is to love.

the thought of their families, when I have none, is unbearable.

You know, my family has its own little aphorism.”

“What’s that?”

“Snow lands on top.”

know, my family has its own little aphorism.”

“What’s that?”

“Snow lands on top.

You know, my family has its own little aphorism.”

“What’s that?”

what have I done to you? How will you pay for my surviving the Hunger Games?