“In her head, she can’t see why he wants to be with her - he should be with a skinnier girl or a prettier one. And this poor boy has no idea what’s going on: he just loves her and wants to be with her.”
This place is called the Glade, all right? It’s where we live, where we eat, where we sleep - we call ourselves the Gladers.
When I look around, I see that everyone’s the protagonist of their own story. And the thing about stories is that not all of them have a happy ending. But some do.
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. There is no District 12. I am the Mockingjay. I brought down the Capitol.