AN- Okay, this is my first fanfiction. (One which I redid many times.) Blue Wrackspurts got angry a lot in the process of me writing this. ("OH COME ON, ALL YOU NEED IS NEW DETAILS! WHY DID YOU THROW IT AWAY AND DELETE THE DOCUMENT?") Anyways, I don't own the Hunger Games.

Beta (Blue Wrackspurts herself) Note: Please don't flame her. SHE NEEDS CONFIDENCE! So, enjoy, and if you do, tell us. If you don't keep your trap shut.


The oldest, that's how life was for

the little,

starving,

fragile girl who

scored the 7.

Dawn till dusk,

up in the protective tops of the trees

she fought the

temptation,

of snaking on the harvest, for

grave punishment

would have soon been followed.

Little Rue knew better though,

she knew she had to help

fill the stomachs of the ones she

loves.

When the

hard,

tiring,

dull

day was finally done

she wold gain peace of mind

when she heard the 4-note tune of the

Mockingjays.


Thanks for reading!

-Orange Nightlock