Reaped for the 66th games Rowell felt as if everything was over. Even having training by her father, she felt like she would join her sisters fate as a decided unremarkable tribute. That is intill she wins.
Rowell Castor from my A message to those...
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Winning was supposed to be a relief. It was not supposed to throw the winner into another game, one that they will play for the rest if their life.
Stripped of all individuality and purpose, morphed into just another pawn on the endless board of peices used to further President Snows advance against the Districts.
Winning was supposed to get Rowell home, allow her to have her family, not to return home to a funeral of her father and his fiancé. She was supposed to be happy. Yet little she felt was even close to happiness, what she felt was anger. Raw and unmistakable.
