I walked alone, to the reaping of the 76th Hunger Games. Everything before was just a hazy blur. My mother was back at the house, doing late chores. I was glad that she wouldn't be here, because I was about to do something very stupid.
Effie walked up to the mic and two men put down the bowls of names. Effie was wearing a dress that represented paints, golden flowing hair, a pink ballgown dress with paint splatters on it, and to top it off, a dried paintbrush in her hair. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor." I mouthed out every word she said in my head. I took a deep breath. Effie reached her hand into the female bowl. I was thinking, I wouldn't get picked. The minority of possible tributes are 18. But...I was the M…
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