“At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.”
Johanna Mason, District Seven
I feel the plate begin to rise. I’m still leaning against the glass when the breeze catches my hair and I force myself to straighten up. Just in time, too, because the glass is retreating and I’m standing free in the arena. Something seems to be wrong with my vision. The ground is too bright and shiny and keeps undulating. I squint down at my feet and see that my metal plate is surrounded by blue waves that lap up over my boots. Slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction.
I can only form one clear thought.
This is no place for a girl on fire.
How is this boy even real ?
He’s dreadful, of course, but Haymitch is my family now…
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