"In your heart.. somewhere.. there's hope.."
I woke up bright and early one Winter morning. Day of the reaping.
I walked quietly to the kitchen. My mother stood there, her eyes aimed towards the floor.
"What's up, mom?" I greeted her, trying to play casual.
She sighed deeply, and put her hand on my shoulder. "Today is the very first reaping.. for the Hunger Games."
I nodded knowingly. It's been going around on television for the past month now.
I'm Nina, from District 9. Yes, grain. And I don't enjoy doing it. I do it every Saturday.
I slipped on grey platform boots, a white tank top with a heavy, fuzzy sweater to go over it, paired along with blue sweatpants.
Honestly, I'm scared.. not even scared. Horrified. Absolutely terrified.
I can't lie..
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