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.
{Insert outro here}
