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MAYSILEE DONNER – Sunrise on the Reaping Monologue

Well. This sucks.

I mean, I always knew the Hunger Games were awful, but I never thought
I’d actually be the one stuck in them. I was supposed to be back home in
District 12, rolling my eyes at the Capitol’s ridiculous outfits, not fighting
for my life in some death trap of an arena.

I’ve spent so much time trying to make sense of it. Trying to understand
how people can watch this and cheer, like we’re nothing more than
characters in some twisted story. But the truth is, they don’t care. The
Capitol sits up in their fancy towers, stuffing their faces with food that
could feed my whole district, and they have the audacity to call this
“entertainment.” Like my life is some sort of drama for them to enjoy.
Well, I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. If I die, I die
on my own terms—with honour.

And maybe—just maybe—someone will come along one day and burn this
whole system to the ground. I’d love to see that. But for now? I’ve got a
fight to win. And I don’t intend to make it easy for them.

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