Letters to Tributes

District Twelve

Dear Peeta,

I'm glad you've gone and I'm hoping you'll die in that arena. I don't ever want to see your face again. You're in love with a seam slut and someone from town should have a higher expectations. I don't love you and you're a mistake.

We weren't supposed to have you, you're supposed to be a girl, you draw, you paint and you bake.

If you don't die in the arena, i might kill you myself when you get back.

Mom