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Today is the day, I can finally go home. I walk to the dresser and put on a black tank top, a light pink shoulder shirt, and a white skirt that comes down to the middle of my thighs. I walk down to my prep team and they put soft curly extentions in my hair. "Thank you." I walk down to the lobby and Brianna guides me to the train."We will start at district 8 and then 9 and so on." I will never get used to Brianna's high pitched accent. I smile for the cameras and think about going home. What will I do, I'm gonna have to do something to keep me from going crazy. I sit on the train by Blair. "What do you do?" "Huh?" "Like, for fun." "Sometimes I go to the beach." Victor's Village is at the the edge of District 7 around the ocean that used to be called Pacific. "Wow.. I've never even seen a lake before, let alone an ocean." "Wait till you see District 4!" Blair nudges me playfully. "What else?" "Most of the time I'm working." "Yeah, I'll probably get a job. How'd you win?" "I got an 11 and teamed up with the careers. After there was two people were left other than them I killed them all in their sleep." I feel a lurch and the train starts. "How long till we get to 8?" "'Bout an hour." "Cool" I sit in silence for about 25 minutes and boredom racks my brain. "Got a chunk of wood?" "Uh... yeah actually." He hands me a block of wood and I grab a knife off the table. I start intricately carving the shape of a girl, I put on the long straight hair so it looks just like Emory. The hair falls down past the chest just like Emory's. As I remember what I shared with Emory and Daisy and can no longer stop the tears. The train lurches to a stop and I set down my incomplete Emory statue and brace myself for what is to come.
Johanna Henry is a twelve year old girl who has been Reaped for the Hunger Games and doesn't stand much of a chance, she is by FAR the smallest and meekest of all 24 tributes in the 67th Hunger Games
She wants to win, but she knows the fate of some of the victors is not as wonderful as it is...