Five years have passed ever since Beetee had won the 35th Hunger Games.
Five years have passed ever since this certain boy had caught my attention.
Five years have passed since I'd set a goal for myself.
Five years have passed, yet still, my goal hadn't been achieved. The goal?
Get someone to prove me wrong.
Prove me wrong that not all the guys in the district are cold and bitter and in my eyes, hopeless. That there's at least one male out there that I could settle down with and have a family. One that wouldn't just flat out disappear like my father had. And that clumsy, nerd named Beetee is just the one to do that. However, things can change in a blink of an eye, and now I'd have to say that the last thing on my mind is definitely finding someone to prove me wrong.
That's already happened way too many times, and it hasn't even been five years... It's only been five minutes.