Tennessee Galvez // [District One/4HCB1/4]

I got the nickname "Seeya" when I was in preschool, the morning that my cousin, Mustang Galvez, was reaped. No point in trying to deny it; I share some blood with Mustang, even though he's a coward who stepped down from his chance at glory. When my older brothers got home that night, they let me know that it was wrong. The next day at school, my classmates let me know that it was unacceptable. After they got done twisting my underwear halfway up where the sun-don't-shine, they pushed me around and asked if I was like Mustang. Through my blubber, I guess the only thing I said was, "Seeya!"

It stuck, which I don't mind. It's better than being one of the Galvez boys. It wasn't exactly easy for us before Mustang screwed up. We're one of the working class families in District One, my dad hopping between mines and my mother cleaning houses. Course work was really hard to come by after that Reaping. My older brothers pitched in for awhile, but now they have their own families.

There's some downsides to being the baby of the family.

Now, I gotta help my parents and prove that I'm not some lame scaredy cat. So, after school and my job at the ice cream store, I linger outside of the local Training Center, offering to spar with anyone who crosses my path. My technique's shit but I'm getting taller and stronger. I hope it's enough.

Because you know I won't be turning out any opportunity to get into the Games.