I swing my legs back and forth as I sit in a tree in District 2, listening to the conversation below me. When I decide I'm uncomfortable, I adjust my position as quietly as possible, but the branch holding me still makes a loud noise. The next thing I know, I'm on the ground, sore from the impact, and the two, along with a bow, are looking down on me. “Hi,” I say, then laugh nervously. “I'm sorry I fell to the floor and interrupted your conversation. You see, I was sitting in that tree, listening to you, and then the tree decided I was too fat, so it dropped me. They keep staring at me and I don't really understand why. I tilt my head questioningly and begin to stand up. “Do I know you from somewhere?” Katniss asks, lowering her bow slightly. Gale, the other half of the conversation, shifts his attention from me to Katniss, then back to me. “Yes, that's true,” I reply. They look at me expectantly, obviously expecting more information. “Oh, you want to know why you recognize me. Well, for starters, I'm from District 12. I was in G...