here is the place where i love maysilee by wordswithwind
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Prologue
I HAVE THOUGHT about that day so many times. If I concentrate hard enough, I can make myself believe that I was there. That I saw it.
It looked something like this: Bright, artificial lights. Searing sharpness in every person's chest. Crying. Hugs. Watery smiles. If I close my eyes, I can imagine my mother stepping inside the hovercraft, watching as her home grew rapidly smaller beneath her, blurred by her tears.
It's my secret.
It has lived with me my whole life. It is not a petty secret. It's not the type of secret girls whisper to each other at school, silly secrets about boys and clothes, because this secret will not just embarrass me.
It will kill me.
It's like a bomb ticking inside my chest, marking down the seconds. And it's only a matter of time before it blows up.
You want the truth?
The truth is, my secret could destroy Panem.
