Not really. Mom said that there was only like 20people on this site and it's no big deal on getting a blue star but... my friend.... GETTING A BLUE STAR MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME!
But... who am I? I am the girl on fire. The symbol of rebellion. The girl who volunteered for her sister buts she dies anyway. I went crazy trying to protect her, but she tried to protect others and got killed. My boyfriend nearly got killed, twice. Lost a leg in the process. He lied for me to keep my family safe. I don't really love him, I love the boy I friendzoned at age 12. He helped keep my family and me alive by hunting. He risked his life by poaching to save me. Everyone including a drunk and a snooty girl from the capital who is obsessed with mahogany nearly died saving me. My only long distance friend actually died protecting me. All these people, throwing themselves in front of the bullet for me and I'm selfishly surfing the internet. I am a disgrace.
That is possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever read... But I'm dead... You killed me, Cato was my dream man I knew we wouldn't make it out together I knew you would kill me for the bow... I just didn't know I would die from trackerjackers... But you are a beautiful person.
*this was pretty clever tho!