Tristyn Linck~15~Werefaerie120
"Honey, time to get ready."
"Honey, time to get ready." Welcome to my life the only things I can say due to capitol testing are imitations, I'm a human mocking jay.
After my three brothers and me were ready there was a knock at the door it was Will, he was in the same experiment as me, with the same results.
Reapings we both dread them, if we were in the games, we would not only have no sponsors but we would be at risk of death via mocking tributes.
~At Reaping~
Will and I stood in the fifteen-year-old section quiet as usual, everyone assumed we were avoxs, sent to live in district twelve by the capitol, the real reason we can't talk is "Secret" information, revealing it means death.
The escort walked over to the glass bowl containing names from all over the district, including Will's and mine.
"Tristyn Linck" Of course it was me just to give the capitol a good show, the girl who can't talk unless it's mimicking, I can hear see my interview, me mocking everything Caesar says and the laughing of all the Capitol people.
When I reach the stage the escort, nods at me, than struts to the boys bowl quickly grabs a random slip.
"Branson Laine" the name was familiar, I think I knew him, school perhaps. Either way I knew I was going to have to try and avoid him, silence annoyed people, mocking, also annoyed people, I hadn't even said my goodbyes and I already knew I was in for a long two weeks.
Branson Laine~14~ Is my bloodbath and I'm to lazy to write his reaping so…
Reapings are done!
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Hmmm, maybe I'll make some sort of contest/sponsor thing out of it!
We'll see
