A/N: This one takes place after the Reaping of District 11.
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Little Girl
On the train he tried not to look at her. No eye contact. Not even a glance. But sometimes he couldn't help seeing her.
So little. So young. That was all he could think about. He knew her. She was the one who climbed way up high in the trees in the orchard, up where no one else could get. She sang with the birds, those mockingjays.
He knew she was quick; stealthy. He saw her running and playing, flitting through the streets, dodging between trees with those other kids. Rue.
She was just a little girl. Twelve, but seemed younger. She was a good kid.
She should win. Wishful thinking.
She wouldn't win. She would not make it very far. If someone caught her - oh, but at least they would have to catch her first! - she would be easily overpowered. Pity on the soul that killed her. Thresh decided he would avenge her death. For the sake of District 11. For the sake of an innocent little girl.
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