I am so grateful that you made it to 19 without being selected for the Hunger Games. As you can guess, this comes as a huge weight off of my shoulders, as, due to our seven year age difference, I would not have been able to volunteer for you had your name been drawn at the Reaping. I’m not sure either one of us would have actually survived in the arena, but maybe we could have at least made it past the bloodbath at the Cornucopia. Hopefully, we won’t have to worry about the Games much longer now that the Revolution is in full swing. Regardless, I am happy to have you alive and safe. See you in District 13!
Happy Birthday And May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor.
Back before even I was old enough for the Reaping.
You were always such a happy kid.
Even as you got older, you never let the Capitol or the Peacemakers stop you from doing the things you love… be it reading…
Or eating. Had to enjoy those meals when we could, considering how lousy the districts are treated.
You’ve always been so beautiful, inside and out…
Which I’m sure is why you were voted “Most Likely to Get Sponsors for the Hunger Games” at school.
That time we went shopping for homes in District 12.
That time we went to District 4 and you had a thing with that cute sailor… What was his name? Billy? Oh well, it doesn’t matter. Anything Goes! 😉
Then there was the time you snuck into the Capitol and stole Effie Trinket’s wig…
And you discovered that the Capitol has been breeding a new kind of Mutt Plant! I think I’d take a swarm of Tracker Jackers over whatever the heck that is.
We’ve had a lot of fun these past nineteen years, but I think the best is still yet to come! Happy Birthday, KJ! I love you!