Myinca-Lu-Pinky

Reaping day again. My fifth time. Five times in the bowl then, considering I've never needed to put my name down for tesserae. I'm conscious of the fact that I could be chosen, but District Two is one of the largest Districts in Panem, and if you think of the thousands of sheets in the bowl, my five are pretty insignificant. Just need to hold out for another two years until I'm 18 and then I can volunteer, as long as no one does it before me. If that happened, I'd be pissed. I wouldn't mind getting chosen anyway, but finishing my training first seems like it would be a good idea. I'm looking at the girls bowl right now… could I be starin

I stopped by the nursery window and stared out across the drab, dreary and wet marshes, listening to the sounds that had filled not only my darkest nightmares for the duration of my life since the terrible incident, but had also haunted each waking day, every moment filled with terror. My boy, my Nathanial, out on the marsh, screaming, crying. I stared out with contempt as my eyes glazed over with tears. This happened so often that most of the time I was able to block it out in some way or form, but it was times like these, where I stood in the nursery where my Nathanial grew up, a loving, funny, carefree boy, that I could no longer fight it.