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Sedang Ditulis, Pertama kali diterbitkan Dis 31, 2014
The same bombs that killed Primrose Everdeen in the form of parachute-like boxes also killed many other kids, who were ignored by most readers of Mockingjay. To sympathize properly with the fallen, we must learn their stories. Sorrel Alderwood is one of many kids who has died in the hands of the Capitol-- the same cruel way as Primrose. Learn her story, and how the other's must have felt, when the sponsor-boxes fell from the sky. Then when they completely destroyed their lives. The excitement, the horror. Follow Sorrel's story along a devastating path of death, bravery and courage. 

DISCLAIMER: This story was completely inspired by Suzanne Collins, I only put the other kids' point of view into words for all Tributes. Credit to her.
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Every one know the story of how my older sister, Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, and her fellow tribute, Peeta Mellark, won The Hunger Games. This is my story, when I, Primrose Everdeen, was picked to compete in the 76th Hunger Games. ~~~~ I was reaped once, for the 74th annual Hunger Game. I was 12, my first year being entered. My sister promised me nothing would go wrong, even gave me a mockingjay pin to protect me. We both went to the reaping, and my name was pulled. Let me just say, the odds were not in my favor. Katniss volunteered. I screamed and begged her not to go, but she did, for me. She protected me. Like the mockingjay pin, she was my mockingjay. It;s been five years since then, I’m 17 now. I’ve learned how to throw knives, hunt and climb trees, in fear of being reaped. Sure enough, the day of reaping comes around and I’m reaped. My best friend, Rory Hawthorne, volunteers for his younger brother. My Best Friend. Me. Fighting. To. The. Death. I can’t. I can’t hurt him. Why? Because I love him. All rights reserved ® 2014 mikaylal