I look over at Cinna. Cinna's my little brother. He, Mom, and Dad are asleep in bed. I sigh. Cinna is very foolhardy. He's a cheerful boy with curly golden hair inherited from my father, Peeta. As for me, I inherited my mother's wavy dark brown locks. People say I will be beautiful just like my mother. I hop out of bed and strip off my pajamas. I stand looking into my closet for about 10 minutes. I finally grab a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a gray leather jacket. I zip up the zipper, whisper a soft goodbye to my family and head off to school.
