Word of advice: next time your twin tells you District 10 is too scary to live in, believe him.
That sissy's got some good thoughts every nowin' 'gain. Sorry, too twangy? District 10 coming out, my brain's fried by how much time I spent in that rural dump. I met some sweethearts, but it ain't where I need to be. I just want to go home, and I can't wait any longer. I feel trapped here, my legs are too achy and there's too much dead room to run in. I need to explore, but there's nothing here, I mean ... nothing! I spent three hours walking in a straight line just to find a darn boutique for some nice pumps.
How am I supposed to perform like this ?! Ugh, it's embarrassing.
I go home after the 95th Reaping, and so help me God if I get chosen for this forsaken District I'm jumping off that platform before the timer hits 59. I can't do it, nope, I need to get back to District 1. Paris van Buren didn't have to do all this just to catch the limelight; why can't I just BE her. Everybody wants me to be her anyways! So badly that they know I can't compete, and I had to go out and learn a whole damn rootin' tootin' hunky dory accent. It's ridiculous. It's demeaning. The boys are hot here.