I'm just a girl from District 6. The Medicine district. I never expected, not once, to be thrown into a chaotic uprising by Panem's very own Katniss Everdeen. I never hated the girl, but I never did like her. I respected her, for what she was doing. Everyone she knew would be put in jeopardy. She knew it, too, by the grim look on her face whenever I'd cross her in District 13. One day, I was watching her on the television, seeing her pull back that arrow effortlessly. I know that was no easy feat; bows have several pounds of force you must pull just to get the arrow ready. Then there's keeping it steady... and she always hit her target. Always. Like I said, I didn't like Soldier Everdeen, but I had to admire her skill.

One day, while I was eating the lunch specially designed for my body stature and blah, blah, blah, I noticed something. Katniss was sitting with her crew, and there was a boy... Gale, I believe, I remember her talking about him. I sighed and looked at my table—no one, as usual. People who come from 6 normally aren't "sane". As the medicine district, a lot of the people use the morphling we produce. A lot of the people get addicted to it, become empty husks. There are so many elderly that have been addicted to it, they live in a special senior shelter—which was bombed before I left with my parents.

I sighed and flung my fork across the lunchroom and threw my food away before I heard footsteps.

"You hit him."

I whirled around, shocked a bit to see Finnick Odair, who was as good-looking as everyone says. Even more so in person. "Uh, w-what?" I silently cursed myself for stuttering.

Finnick merely smiled. "You hit Gale with your fork."

My mouth created an 'oh', but I remained silent.

He snickered a bit and threw away the plastic bowls left from his lunch with a bit of distaste. "I'd go over and say sorry. I mean, you just tried to kill a Soldier with a fork and he doesn't even know your name."

I coughed and stepped back. "I don't think—"

"Go." He said this simply, but there was a definite firmness. I nodded and walked over to the table.

I saw Katniss look up at me, barely even registering me and I glanced at Gale. "Er—Sorry for my fork hitting you."

Gale looked up at me, as if I were less than a speck of dirt under his fingernails. "What?"

I blinked. "My fork.. hitting you..."

And that's when "my fork hit me". I realized my fork was on the floor a few inches away from my table. Didn't come close to Gale. I looked for Finnick to see him gone. I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips. "Forget it," I muttered and walked away. What the hell was Finnick getting at?

I walked into my room and stopped as the smell hit me. I shivered and looked at the small package of herbs I had left there this morning. It smelled like the open field back at home. The warm, sun-baked earth, the smell of the sand in the air... It brought tears to my eyes. My parents died on the endeavor to get me here safely.

I sighed and sat on my bunk, rubbing my face and curling up as I pressed the package of herbs to my nose. "I love you..." Soon, I drifted to sleep and skirted the rest of my duties that day.