The 110th Hunger Games
Prologue
11:13 a.m., The Center of District 4, The Reaping
"Ginger Hale."
The breath caught in my throat. My hands flew to my throat to stop the bloodcurdling scream. Thankfully, it did. But my mind screamed No! Not me! How could they? They loved me!
Until the attempt assignation of President Snow. I was only a name to them now. A tribute.