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The people of Panem...the true people of Panem, those who live in the districts, know it's best not to think about death. Luck was such a commodity that doing anything to sway the pendulum of fate invited horrors unlike anything you could imagine.
Most, and by most I mean those between the ages of twelve and eighteen, have had many experiences to cloud their anxious minds with. As the days click closer to the 75th Games, the Quarter Quell if you will, the imaginations of those...well, kids...began to grow ever present.
I believed I'd never leave that arena alive. Luck was so hard to come by, the odds never quite rolled like you think they should.
I left that arena alive...somehow. By the skin of my teeth.
I don't think the odds are gonna let that happen again. Perhaps going out with a bang, my hands and feet kicking and waving...giving the people their show...will be my goal this year.