I wake up to the sound of buzzing power lines… Another storm hit last night and now it looks like the rebound is coming. Considering there's no point in sleeping anymore, I slowly make my way down to the kitchen to make breakfast. Fuck. No electricity. Duh Sammie. I write a note in my curly neat writing saying not to wait up and that I will be back before reaping.
3 hours later
"Evie George…" our escort, Sophii Rose exclaims excitedly in her high-pitched Capitol tone. In a slit second I have volunteered, I can't let my little sister, the one with Cerebal Palsy go into the games. No way in hell is that happening. Not ever.
I walk quickly and half-emotionlessly to the excuse of a stage. I get nervous when my best friend turned boyfriend gets reaped with no volunteers.
The odds are not I my favour, are they?