I Can Win But You Cant Lose,

Then He Smiles As If He'd Be Happy To Lie There And Gaze At Me Forever.

She Reaches In, Digs Her Hand Deep Into The Ball, And Pulls Out A Slip Of Paper. The Crowd Draws In A Collective Breath, And Then You Can Hear A Pin Drop, And I'm Feeling Nauseous And So Desperately Hoping That It's Not Me, That It's Not Me, That It's Not Me. Effie Trinket Crosses Back To The Podium, Smoothes The Slip Of Paper, And Reads Out The Name In A Clear Voice. And It's Not Me. It's Primrose Everdeen.

Whenever I Write A Story, I Hope It Appeals To Both Boys And Girls.

Since My Father Died And I Stopped Trusting My Mother, No One Else's Arms Have Made Me Feel This Safe.

Remember, Girl On Fire,” He Says, “i'm Still Betting On You.