As I sit on this bed, in my precious home, watching the flowers swish in the ocean breeze through the open door, I can't help but wonder how today will affect me. In about an hour, my life may end, or be safe for another year, depending on my six little slips. Three because I had to supply tesserae for my older sister and I, and three because that is what the law dictates for a fourteen year old.
"Caraway, it's time to get ready." my sister, Mira,says while handing me the old burlap sack we keep our nicer clothes in. It feels lighter than usual, meaning she picked something special.
"Alright. Just let me get a quick scrub down. You look nice." I state, and she does. Her flowing red hair and sea green eyes look stunning against the simple cotton dress. Then again, she looks stunning in everything. She isn't much older than me, 19, just old enough to be out of the reaping.
"Thanks, but go bathe." she says with a hint of a smile, pointing at the small reed shack in the backyard that holds the wooden bathtub. We live on a beach in district four, so there isn't much need for insulation. Just privacy.
And maybe a bit of shelter from mosquitos.
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CLIFFHANGER ON THE DRESS DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN
(I get wierd after 2:00) Sorry it's short but it mimicks my time
