Only.. I Want To Do Die As

Her Name's Prim. She's Just Twelve. And I Love Her More Than Anything.

Maybe It's That We Are All So Starved For Something Good To Happen That We Want To Be A Part Of It.

Winning Means Fame And Fortune. Losing Means Certain Death. The Hunger Games Have Begun.

Don't Want That, Do They?” She Throws Back Her Head And Shouts, “whole Country In Rebellion? Wouldn't Want Anything Like That!

I Press My Ear Against His Chest, To The Spot Where I Always Rest My Head, Where I Know I Will Hear The Strong And Steady Beat Of His Heart. Instead, I Find Silence.