When I was a child, I worried about little annoying noises

And I dreamed that I was in district 12 waiting for the names to be called in despair and then hearing that one of the names is my sister, I volunteer as tribute

I put my hair in a braid and shoot arrows like Katness Everdeen and whistling for RUE.

Then I would imagine that everyone was cheering and, on my side, and not looking at me with a face of thunder.

Then I would go up to the little girl demented with all her family and give her headphones which play music the one distraction from all the little noises that wined her round the bend.

By Phoebe Pirie