Dear Suzanne Collins,
I know you can't tell the story of all twenty four of us, much less the story of everyone in the past seventy three Hunger Games. I'm okay with that. But I want to tell my story, like every other tribute, so here it goes.
My name is Aleesae Green.
I had a family, a friend, and even a few cousins. A few weeks before the games, my friend was found in the woods and killed. My cousins were with my friend, and they were killed. The Capital killed my family while I was in the arena. I was alone. I had to win, for them. I was in the last 7, and died. I want to say sorry.
From,
Aleesae
