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
