[For a moment, she's not sure where to begin. She fills the silence by eating another couple of the fries. District 12 isn't the same as it used to be before the uprising, before the rain of fire that fell on the town. There's little of that town left. But people came back, the Capitol - the new Capitol - promised aid. Rebuilding had begun.
If she ever returned, she wondered if it would be the same home she grew up in.]
I lived in the Seam. That's the poorest part of the District, where all the coal miners and their families lived. We'd have blackouts and brownouts often. People died young of illness or injury or malnutrition. Being old was considered a sign of dignity because you had somehow survived it all.
And then there were the Hollow Days. The days where you could eat and eat but never seem to fill your subject. There wasn't a lot of money, or a lot of food, to go around. It's why my dad hunted. And why I eventually continued after his death.
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If she ever returned, she wondered if it would be the same home she grew up in.]
I lived in the Seam. That's the poorest part of the District, where all the coal miners and their families lived. We'd have blackouts and brownouts often. People died young of illness or injury or malnutrition. Being old was considered a sign of dignity because you had somehow survived it all.
And then there were the Hollow Days. The days where you could eat and eat but never seem to fill your subject. There wasn't a lot of money, or a lot of food, to go around. It's why my dad hunted. And why I eventually continued after his death.