Taking place after the young Coriolanus becomes president of Panem, two best friends, Sable from District 12, and Gillenia from the forbidden and secret District 13, exchange letters about their lifestyles, the government, and conspiracies on how to...
I take it back, you are lucky to be in 13 this very moment. Did you see the article? Yes, I was chosen for the Rose Pageant, dragged from my home the morning Flint and I planned to go hunting. I am terrified and cannot stop weeping. I would rather die than have a chance of marrying snow. My heart belongs only to Flint, even though I'm sure he doesn't feel the same right now. Maybe I always will be like a sister to him, but I like to think he'll "wake up". Stylists with vibrant coloured hair and curly shoes have surrounded me and I now reek of rose perfume. The preening never ends like they assume District 12 is full of the filthiest ugliest girls on the face of the earth. I haven't met Snow yet but I already know what that slimy, "daddy's boy" is like. The stylists have been taking me to boutiques to prepare me after my interview with Lucky. I don't know what to say besides the lists of complaints in my head and the fact that I'm stewing with anger. What do you think I should say? The other girls look like they've had plenty to fill their stomachs and so they look down on me, another "runt" like Lucy Gray. I wonder if Snow actually approves of this contest or if Snow actually approves of this contest or if he's only doing it for the people's enjoyment. The rounds are 1. Interview
2. Runway
3. Business Report
4. Fancy Date
5. Locked in a room (Their probably expecting kissing)
If I make it to the 5th I'll be quaking in my very uncomfortable heels. I wish you were here with me. If you can't escape in time, I hope you're at least watching the show.
Hoping I'm not dead by the time you write back,
Sable
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