Another entry about my book!

    Bro this book is honestly the saddest book ever created, and I have read AO3 angst. This is the whole paragraph that got me crying in class. 

    "A small, pained cry escapes the girl’s lips as she crouches over the bits. The sunflower mattered, I think, even more than being her last handful of home. I bet someone close to her made it. Her ma or pa? Her sister or brother? Someone she loves. They made it to protect her and remind her how precious she is, to give her something to hold on to at the end, if the unthinkable happened and her name got called at the reaping. And now it’s chunks of salt flour dough dabbed with yellow paint. The other tributes from 9 gather around her, viewing the wreckage as silent tears roll down her cheeks."

    Sorry for the formal writing, I am kind of in my school writing mode, I am a very good writer of essays and can barely use "slang". Even though I am 15, I type like an old woman.