pride mallick. two.

My name, like almost everything else in my life, was chosen for me. And also for my parents. As if giving me this name would somehow give them some pride in the form of their first-born daughter. Guess they figured out by the time my sister Silver came along that that's not exactly how things work around here else they might have named her Gold.

Whoever said you can't chose your family was most certainly talking about Silver - who tries terribly hard to be perfect and pays no effort in being the most infuriating little sister in the entire District. She gets some sort of sick kick picking out every single flaw in every person she knows, sparing nothing on me. It's a good thing I can kick her ass back, putting her in a headlock since the age of twelve. My parents didn't want a savage for a daughter, else they would have named me so - but they put me in Career training, so it's what they ended up with. Still, Silver squirms and whines and cries until our father pulls us apart - she is always the victim. I am always the bad guy.

But I keep my head high, ignore her little spats, too proud to put her in her place. I know she wants me to. That's my choice - to torture her silently by keeping my mouth shut. It's all I've got in this world that's mine. Chosen for me, by me. 

Nobody can take that away from me. Not Silver. Not my parents. Not even the Capitol.

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