Her Name's Prim. She's Just Twelve. And

Katniss, Got That Spile?" Finnick Asks, Snapping Me Back To Reality.

Desperate, Yet No Longer Alone After That Day, Because We'd Found Each Other.

Whose Is It, Do You Think?" I Say Finally. "no Telling," Says Finnick. "why Don't We Let Peeta Claim It, Since He Died Today?

Then I Get It, What It Means. At Least, For Me. District 12 Only Has Three Existing Victors To Choose From. Two Male. One Female... I Am Going Back Into The Arena.

They Recognize Me. Of Course They Recognize Me. My Face Is Uncovered And I'm Standing Here Outside Of District 12 Pointing An Arrow At Them. Who Else Would I Be?