Dear President Snow: 

Good day President Snow! As a feeling of mine right now, sipping my delectable hot chocolate with chewy, buttery chocolate chip cookies that melts in my mouth. I feel the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the breeze. Isn’t this one of the best feelings in the world? Also, in the distance, I smell my mother’s cooking of tongue-smacking stew. 

Everyone likes their mother’s cooking, including me. As a child, I can always imagine my parents waiting for me to come for dinner. But what if one day I am not here? My parents said I am their everything. They would completely be desperate if I die just for advertisement. I know you have a son too. Imaging him stabbed by a knife on a screen. You will never cook to your son again. You will be all alone. 

Mr. President, I know it’s a advertisement, but I hope this can stop. My best friend, Caramel Warsaw, was killed during the hunger games. After the depressing news, her parents committed suicide three days later. I, sincerely represent my whole district to decline: No body likes the hunger games, please stop hurting innocent lives just for fun. It is not funny, and there is no point of doing this. 

Please STOP this, thank you.

Sincerely,

Adriana Clinky Gracelyn






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