“You? Important to Katniss?” she snickered, “Everyone wants a little piece of the precious Mockingjay, huh?” She pressed the edge against the girl’s throat more, fire burning in her eyes. But when the girl spoke up again, Johanna softened a bit. Was she just saying something she wanted to hear? Beating someone wouldn’t look good to those around her, even though she killed people in the past. This wasn’t the arena, but she was still playing the game. Hearing something like that from the lips of a Capitolite was new, though. Maybe this girl was legit. She slowly inched the edge of the shovel away from the girl, but she kept it close to her just in case.
“Who the hell are you anyway? I’ve never seen you around until now.”
“That’s the point, it worked until Snow found me and well you
know what he does. I’m actually surprised && relieved you haven’t
seen my story.” Death was but another adventure in the mind of a
girl who was never meant to exist in the first place. Beloved Cinna,
a fabulous parent the system failed her miserably just as everyone
else. “- No offense but I don’t think sharing my life story to someone
who wishes to decapitate me with a shovel is a good idea.. unless ”