Clove


I wait impatiently on the neon green canapé in the middle of the luxurious living room that belongs to the Capitol. The Capitol pleases me but only for a second. I forget that the Hunger Games is just a way of killing us. A crazy scam that is planning to murder us in some form ou fashion.
Tonight, I’m wearing a short orange dress that goes down to my thighs. My brown hair is in a messy-yet-casual ponytail. I come from District 2 which provides the masonry for Panem. We are as loyal as those kiss-up tributes of District 1, which is a pain since we are the District after them in the interview....