My name is Tangelique Baker. I am 17 years old. I live in District 9 of Panem with my twin sister, Teonnie Baker. Teonnie is really girly and well, slightly airheaded. I’m the more “responsible” one out of us two, but I can be pretty short tempered, not that she’s any nicer. We actually get along great together, we just don’t like a lot of other people, they’re just not worth our time! My single mother died when she gave birth to us at 29. Teonnie and I live in the large mansion she left us in her will. She obtained it through the Hunger Games, when she became a victor at 18. Neither Teonnie nor I have ever met our father, and obviously not our mother. 
Over the years, our family has ran an orphanage in town, and we’ve kept it going, passing it down over the generations. Teonnie and I, however, have never had much interest in it, so we decided to put up a bakery near the orphanage. We named it “The 9 Loaves”, and it’s probably the best bakery of the district, even though there aren’t a lot of them. It is a lot more productive than an orphanage, but we’ve still kept both running. We can always use some extra workers, so we’ll just borrow some brats from the orphanage. Some of the older kids decide to work there full time, I guess they’re not that bad, but a lot of them aren’t very smart. We can only use them for the easier jobs that don’t require a lot of thinking. 
Every day, we sleep in, letting our employees take over for the morning, and go to the bakery for the afternoon. We don’t do a lot other than paperwork and supervise, I mean, that’s what employees are for, right? Every once in a while, we’ll check up on the orphanage, usually once every few days or so. We might neglect them more than we should, but they need to learn how to be independent. We’ve hired another lady to more or less run the place, so we don't have much to worry about. We dropped out of school in grade 9, because we didn’t see a point in learning if we were already rich. 
I’m always asked my opinion on the Hunger Games, and to be honest, I  do not mind them, because they have never affected me directly. I do, however, find watching them very entertaining, because they can be so intense and dramatic. I have never been reaped, and as long as I’m not, I couldn’t care about them any less. What I don’t understand is why everyone is so desperate for our district to win, I mean, I don’t think the district rewards are very much. Are they really that desperate? I do understand their fear for the reaping, however. Even I get scared then, I wouldn’t want myself or Teonnie to get reaped, we would probably die in the bloodbath. We can’t just die in our teens, we’re too valuable. I’ve always hoped that if I (or Teonnie) were to get reaped, that someone else would volunteer in our place. I guess that’s a little cold of me, but we are a lot more important than the other teens in our district. Yes, that may also be arrogant of me, but it’s true, we seem a lot more superior to the rest of the district, because the other past victors are either too old or dead, and we are among the very few to live in the Victors’ Village. But I guess I have been a little on edge for the reaping, it’s coming up pretty soon. Like I said, neither me nor Teonnie can afford to die, and we couldn’t lose each other. That would just be tragic, especially after our losing our parents.

This picture reminded me of the scene when Paul and Jacob decide that they are going to attack what are supposedly "government soldiers". It turns out that it was a truck with mothers and their children en route to school. Jacob and Paul had gone because they were desperate for food, and would only get it if they became rebels. They would only become rebels if they killed, but when they were faced to the challenge of killing the children and their mother, they simply couldn't do it. Jacob heard his mother's voice singing a song that she did to him when she'd been alive. He immediately saw this as a sign, and almost gave the woman advice, even. He lost his balance, and vomited on the side of the road, he seemed to feel so much pain for these people, yet he had been about to kill them, maybe. He had seemed to be in a trance, however, until he heard what seemed to be his mother's voice calling out to him. He thought this was what had kept him from killing, but he quickly tried to erase this thought with the fact that he was starving and exhausted and was probably just imagining things. This part really got to me, because I could sense the confusion Jacob was feeling, about the leaders having given them the wrong idea of the whole scenario which they'd signed themselves up to. Also, I felt his anguish about having to kill these innocent, previously unsuspecting people--particularly because he knew how they'd be feeling, since he once felt the same. His compassion towards the mother who was having her child taken away from her, as her screams and shouts pierced the rest of the ongoing noise, moments before she was killed by the same people who would eventually make her little daughter suffer so much. Maybe this part was just really well written, but I thought I really connected well with Jacob and what he seemed to be going through at the moment. It was really sad and frustrating to me, how cruel people can be, and how others can do nothing but stand by and watch

I suddenly feel numb, my mind goes blank, and I forget where I am. I don’t know what’s just happened, I am on the ground, looking down at a dead body I don’t recognize. I look at an old, shriveled woman’s peaceful face. I remember her all of a sudden, Adaa. Adaa, my only family, my companion ever since I was alone for the first time, I helped her and she helped me, and we took care of each other. We were both alone, and now I’m reminded of all the times we’ve gone through together, and so many feelings start going through my mind. I feel sad, because she is gone, grateful, because she was there for me, angry, because everybody always leaves me, and confused, because I do not know what comes next. The tears start pouring down, and I don’t know if they’ll ever stop. I don’t want to cry, and I feel like I shouldn’t—After all, I have already lost so many people before her, but this just seemed to be the last straw, and I’ve broken down.