fio ; district 8 ; cbd3

I have a cursed surname, you know. No one ever wants to be related or seen with a relation of a tribute. Like we have some curse that'll make them the next person to go into an arena and die. It's kinda stupid, if you think about it. All of the reaping is based on picking out a tiny slip of paper out of a bowl. Chance. Odds in the minuscule. You'd be more likely for a piano or something to fall from the sky, than to be reaped as you saw someone with the surname of someone who never came back.

I know that I'm probably not thinking straight, but if I was in the games, I'd be lucky to get out of the chaos at the start of them. I wish that I was as strong as Jenoah; I never knew he was good at fighting -- probably hidden away from when I saw him. The family gatherings aren't exactly the fighting ring now I think of it.  Nicoli and I were lucky to be only cousins. I can't imagine the pain that all his siblings are feeling. I just want to talk to them and make sure they're alright. I'd like that if the roles are reversed. 

Do you know what Fiorello means? I was told it means little flower. I guess that's what I am. People think I'm some kind of adorable, though I can't see it myself. I'm guessing that'll change when I turn 18. When I'm allowed to go and be myself. Go and see the rest of Eight. Jenoah would have liked that.