"Thank you, District Four." I say, my voice shaking. "I am honored to be in your beautiful and warm district. Can I get this amazing weather back in ten?"
I chuckle, but no one else does. I continue talking about Cove, but nobody in the crowd is there for him.
"Corala," I say, looking at her mother, father, and twin brother. "She had a great sense of humor that helped us all through the games."
I keep reciting the speech, "Her humor wasn't the only thing that made her so special. You could practically feel the love and joyfulness in her heart when she was around. No one deserves to die at such a young age, but Corala especially. I know this is selfish of me, but I wish I could've said goodbye. I know it would've meant more pain for her, but I wish I could've heard her soft, yet brave voice one last time. Rest in peace, Corala, I love you."
The crowd looks up to me, Corala's family is sobbing. I let out a big breath and walk off the stage.
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The 62nd Annual Hunger Games
Fanfiction{All rights go to Suzanne Collins} Faith is your average fifteen year old girl from district ten. Her bright spirit belongs to her family, at least up until the reapings for the sixty-second annual hunger games. The odds may not be exactly in her fa...
