I want her. She is my best friend and thats just not enough anymore... I want her as mine and mine alone. Thinking of her with someone else kills me. I never want to see her with anyone but me. Shes beautiful and smart and funny and completely ignorant to my feeling about her. I know she doesn't feel the same as me, that she doesnt feel that same love as I feel, I know that. But i'm going to change that. I'm determined to make her fall in love with me. By the end of the month I'm going to find a way to tell her how I feel and hopefully she'll tell me she feel the same... Because I'm going to make her fall for me. With both my parents and her's gone it will be just us, in my house. Us sharing my house, a room, a bed, and a life. She will be mine. She has to be.

1,725 tributes dead because of The Hunger Games. You known the story of the Girl on Fire, and the story of the Boy with the Bread, and all of the other victor's stories. But, what about the other tributes? This is Susanna's story. This is the story of the unknown tribute.