You know what my mother said to me when she came to say good-bye, as if to cheer me up, she says maybe District 12 will finally have a winner. Then I realized, she didn’t mean me, she meant you!

I have kept track of the boy with the bread.

Being out in the woods with Gale . . . sometimes I was actually happy.

All I can think is how unjust the whole thing is, the Hunger Games. Why am I hopping around like some trained dog trying to please people I hate?