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This is my second fanfic. I hope you enjoy it :D
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When the sun streams through my window, I pull the rough canvas blanket over my head, in hopes to mentally get away from this day. The Reaping. At 2:00 pm today, I have to be standing in the square, ready to possibly get reaped for The Hunger Games. Wow. My first reaping. When I think about it, chances aren't all that slim, even though it's my first reaping. But I'm in there 8 times. One for the reaping, 4 for my little sisters, 2 for my parents, and 1 for me. That's the ridiculous thing about tessarae. You get a years worth of grain and oil for one person if you enter you name one more time into the reaping ball. So I have to do 8. Because every year you get older, the more you HAVE to put in. Like, when your 13, 2 times, when your 14, 3 times and so on until your 18, which is the final year of being eligible, you have to put it in 7 times. But of course, they HAD to invent tessarae. So, I'm 12, which is the first year of being reaped, and I'm taking tessarae. Yay for me. More chances of being reaped.
"Martha, can you pass me the ribbon to put in Rue's hair?" Mom asks my younger sister Martha, who is 5 and won't be reaped for 6 more years. She happily skips over to the table, where an old reaping outfit lays. A green skirt with a white blouse and a light blue ribbon. Mom ties my hair up into a high pony tail, her fingers moving so quickly, I don't understand how they don't get tangled in my thick curly dark hair. When I look in the mirror, I don't see myself, but a young women, ready for anything coming her way. And right there, I make a promise to myself, to never, ever, stop fighting.
If I'm lucky, I'll be sitting at my table tonight, eating dinner with Mom, Dad, Martha, Lily, Zoe, and Kala. Oh, how I wish I won't get reaped! So I can keep protecting my siblings from the dangers that surround our dreadful and cruel world. How I wish.
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