Katniss is the first thing I think when I wake up. My mind is groggy and I don't know where I am. A man in a long white coat comes walking towards me.
"She's awake," he calls.
I slowly put my hand to my face. Its covered by long silky hair. Yellow hair.
"What's your name," the man says.
"I don't know"
The man questions me for hours but the only thing I know is the word katniss, I don't know what it means.
The nurses call me little duck, because of my fluffy blonde hair. Little duck, where have I heard that before?
They say that I was found after the capital was bombed, covered with burns and bruises. They say I'm lucky to be alive.
I have no family to go too, but I don't care. They don't care about me, because I forgot them.
But there is still something about the name Katniss.
