Havana Simmons - D1 - Bday Bash CB 4/4 - Fin

The world was a nothing but open to me.  And I it.  My eyes shined as bright as the luxury we provided for the capitol.  The opportunity to be able to do whatever I wanted was enticing.  My brothers all wanted to do something with art, but me?  I was a fighter.  I was someone who was tenacious when it came to life.

I took it the bull by the horns, and slammed it down to the ground.

I wasn’t afraid of anything.

When boys would break my heart, I would break their noses.  There was Nelson, and Jesus, and Carmichael, and Leo.

When people would try to insinuate that I was not good enough, I would show them why I was.

Even if it made me look like an ass.   It didn’t matter to me.

My family treated me like I was crazy though.  They told me that there were so many other willing children that wanted to go into the games here in one.  They asked me why I trained.  Why I wanted to go in the games.

I simply told them that the games were an honor.  If I could bring back a title to one, maybe I could show all the boys that broke my heart why I was good enough.

However, when I would go to sleep at night, I wondered if I would be good enough for myself?