My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am from District 12. There is no District 12.
My name is Katniss Evergreen. I should be dead. Why am I not dead?
I'm usually a closed mouth sort of girl when it comes to answering questions. They don't even bother writing up cards for me anymore, since I'm so horrible at acting them out. I guess it's because I feel like I'm lying in some day, and Peeta says I'm downright terrible at that. Effie - in her ever organized way set this up for me, hoping it would convince the medio of my "pearl like shine".
Ask, write, converse. This Mockingjay is here to listen to your song.
Hunger Games RPer.
“If it is Peeta and me in the Games, this time we try to keep him alive.”
“The others kept Peeta alive because if he died, we knew there’d be no keeping you in an alliance.”
She was slipping away; every time they hooked the drip to his wrists and filled him with poison, he saw another memory slip through the cracks, replaced with hatred. Her lips pulling away from his, her eyes clouding over with hatred, her hands covered in blood. Maybe she was a mutt, after all…
and when he saw her raised for the slaughter
abraham’s daughter raised her bow
He was only fourteen, but he cleared six feet and was as good as an adult to me.
Looked how much he changed. From the young boy I met in the woods, to the man I sat with in the meadow. I miss you.
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, they’ve surrounded you
It’s a showdown, and nobody comes to save you now
But you’ve got something they don’t
Yeah you’ve got something they don’t
