My name is Lianne. I am seventeen years old.
My home is District 4. I read The Hunger Games. I will never escape. The Capitol hates me. But I love them for producing this flawless human being I know as Cinna.
“Let’s go back then, to the moment they called your sister’s name at the reaping,” says Caesar. His mood is quieter now. “And you volunteered. Can you tell us about her?” No. No, not all of you. But maybe Cinna. I don’t think I’m imagining the sadness on his face. “Her name’s Prim. She’s just twelve. And I love her more than anything.”