{Post 17}

            I miss my sister. I sit here in my house with nothing to do. I have my mom, but I can't talk to her like I did with Katniss. My mom doesn't provide for me like my sister did. Everyday we are forced to watch the Hunger Games. I have to stand there and hope nothing will happen to her. She is the strongest person I know, but I can't bare the thought of losing her. I watch as her and Peeta fight to stay alive and am so proud of how they are handling the situation. Katniss will make it through, she has to. I can't provide for myself and my mother. Katniss always took care of us, and with her gone it is so hard. I cry myself to sleep every night. My sister is and will always be my hero. I am so thankful that she took my place in the games and will forever be grateful. I hope she makes it through because I will spend the rest of my life thanking her for what she did for me. When Katniss is back I want her to teach me how to hunt, just like her. She's the best hunter I have seen. I want her to teach me how to be just like her. I look up to my sister more than anyone on this planet. With that being said, I hate the capitol and how this country is ran. I can't stand the fact that my sister is in an arena full of other kids fighting to the death. It makes me sick to think about. I am so nervous for her, and can't wait for her to come home. She will come home because I believe in her strength.