Hey. Thought people might like this story. It's someone elses POV of the Hunger Games. Hope you guys like it. XD.


I woke up wanting to scream.

It was reaping day.

I had to squint to see my clock. 12:06.

Barely reaping day.

I tried sleeping, but ended up staring at my wall, wanting to scream even more. So I decided to go outside, get some fresh air.

Fresh air didn't help.

I used my sligshot to shoot rocks at Brashtons window, like I do sometimes. I shot a rock as he opened the window, and it almost hit him in the eye. He only smiled at it, though.

"Wylie?" he asked. "What are you...?"

"Couldn't sleep." I answered.

He sighed. "I'll be down in a minute." I realized he hadn't put on a shirt yet, and I looked away.

He came down a minute later. Before I knew whats happening, he captured me in a hug. I hugged back.

"It's going to be okay." he said, and it makes me hug tighter.


I know it's short. I have more written up, I just didn't feel like transfering it onto here. Anyway, tell me if you like it.

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