Gale

Catnip is what he calls me. And if you didn't the know the two of us people automatically assume we are related. We have the same straight black hair, olive-colored skin, and we also have the same grey-tinted eyes. We are not related by blood but we are pretty close. It's like he only wants the best for me. "We could do it, you know ... leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it" he says. Sometimes I consider his suggestion, but here with my mother and sister is where I should be. Or at least when or if the games are to end.