dade creszn . d9 FIN

dade.

Why do people in this god-forsaken place bend over at will for people in power? I mean what the fuck, you know? My parents weren't even home when the letter slipped under our front door. They were out supporting my sister for some fair she got picked to speak for at school. By the time they got home, half of the wallpaper in the house was torn down and peeling thanks to yours truly.

We have to move out with just a few weeks' notice. Why? I'll tell you fucking why: District Nine's in the Peacekeeper training business now. They need land, they need houses, and they need apartments for these new recruits and head trainers to reside in. And wouldn't you know it, they're choosing to shove us away from our home instead of building new places for them to live. Evicting people and making them move from a place they love is clearly the economically smart thing to do, though!

I'm livid if you couldn't tell. My grandparents are buried here, my great-grandparents are buried here. My little sister who passed away when she was a little girl is buried here. We have memories stronger than any military force, but they don't care. Politics over people in Panem, as usual.

If they think sending those fuckers into District Nine is going to cure people like me of my unhappiness and rage, they're in for a rude awakening. I'm not going to them walk all over our home.