Sure, Maysilee Donner was rich and stuck up — well, as rich as someone could be in District 12 —, but that didn't mean she was truly, genuinely happy. The idea of inheriting her family's sweet shop wasn't very pleasing. In fact, it was a rather boring future to picture, in her opinion.

But there were worse things in the world than that. She kept a list of those in her head; the tyranny of the Capitol, the way they stuffed their faces with food and would vomit in order to eat more while people from the Districts were starving, and the Games.

Oh, the Hunger Games.

How dared they? How dared they celebrate and dress up in riduculous outfits to watch a bunch of children dying as a form of entertainment?

Tomorrow, just like every year, there would be a Reaping. This time, for the Quarter Quell, there would be not only one, but two tributes from each District of Panem in their sick and twisted tradition.

Among all the things she hated, tho, there were also the things she loved: jewelry — especially necklaces, she always had at least five of them around her neck —, well-dressed people, manners, pretty dresses, a bit of rebellion and last but not least, you.

You were her Covey girl, a best friend and a girlfriend, and in a moment like that, of course she would want to see you. Her twin, Merrilee, was the only one who knew about it and she'd always cover up for the both of you.

That night, on the eve of the Reaping, Maysilee left her big house through the window with the help of her sister and ran to the Hob, where she knew you'd be playing.

As she entered the place, your melodic voice could be heard. You were on stage, performing in an old ruffle of rainbows that probably belonged to someone else before you. It wasn't Maysilee's favorite out of all the other ones you wore before, but you looked beautiful.

You could be wearing a potato sack and you'd still look beautiful in her eyes. That must be how love works, she thought one night.

Once you spot her, you wave while singing. It brings an almost imperceptible smile to your girlfriend's face.