heaven hansom; eleven.

Let's not talk about my name. It's on my birth certificate, just spelled backwards. Stupid, I know - my Mom probably wrote it backwards on purpose just to spite me for being born. I got tired of people mis-prouncing Nevaeh in kindergarten so I just put the letters back how they should be and went about my life as Heaven, even if I'm far from it.

Never wanted to be a Mom. I wanted to work at the bakery and learn how to create extraordinary things out of the most simple ingredients. I just wanted to try it out, a teenage curiosity, wanted to know what it felt like before I aged out of the reaping. All the girls my age were doing it and I felt left out, left behind. I didn't even like him, let alone love him. But the clinic got destroyed when the bomb in town went off a few years ago and never got rebuilt. Almost like the Capitol wanted more kids in their slaughtering pen. I aged out and my son filled my place two months later. Huh, funny that.

If I win this game, I beat more than just the other contestants. I beat the Hunger Games altogether. And if I die? Well, my kid's getting used to being an orphan already - at least my mother loves him more than she ever did me. Better to have no parents at all than two that don't want to be.