Thank you The Real Targaryen for submitting a tribute and thank you Stardxst for giving me a shout out on her story!*

Solar's POV:

I stare at the people around me, they all seem a blur. I have no time, why was I reaped? It was all a mistake. I screamed for my sister at the reaping as she was drawn. My only sister, my twin. I ran up and volunteered for her as an impulsive decision. I'm ADHD, but here I can't afford to make an impulsive decision like that. Sixty seconds. The countdown starts. Our arena is a thick wood with a lot of small streams. 24 streams exactly. They were generous this year with the arena. I see a girl with glinting eyes and a dark, sickly looking girl but that is all my mind can rejester before... Boom! The minute is over and I bolt away to the smell of water. Being in the fishing district has been of use. I dart towards the cornucopia and grab two short swords. I dual-wielded them and ran away, my deer-like instinct kicking in. Before long, I find water and there I set up camp. My sharp ears pick up a rustle and I am alert, taking in everything. Then, a sheep pops out and with one expert strike, it is lying, blood soaked on the floor. Mutton. And a potential fishing net. I shear away the wool and immediately begin weaving a net. It is like second nature to me. By nightfall, I have mutton to last days, held in the water by my net and that should keep the fish (and Careers) out. My bed is the left over wool in a disorganised mess and my knives are in my backpack, which doubles as a pillow. I smile and when darkness falls the cannons and the sound of birds and the wilderness blend together.

(Okay I really hope I got Solar right. She seemed like she had a strong moral compass and that makes her ADHD. Please say if she is wrong. I will change it if so!)