Disclaimer: I don't own anything about the Hunger Games.
.: wish :.
"Could you tell me a little more about your sister?"
Prim pauses as she stares at the microphone Effie Trinket is holding out to her. She doesn't really want to say anything. It will be broadcast to all of Panem in minutes.
"Um…" Prim stares.
Effie smiles. "Well, what about that promise she made you? Do you think she'll really live up to it, with six contestants left?"
But there's nothing stopping Prim from saying, "Yes. She will. In a couple of days she'll be right in this house again."
Effie looks at Prim as if she wished it too.
A/N: Wow. I'm a really terrible person. I haven't updated this story in, like, almost three whole months. Now that I think about it, I kind of stopped writing for myself. I started to write solely because I had to update. And that's just terrible. So I just shut down and started to neglect you all, which is not cool. I also started some stories and one-shots, but they didn't go anywhere. I just got tired.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still taking requests for this story! But for now on, I'm going to update when I want and not stick to a schedule. I'm sorry, but that's the only way I can get back into the groove. :(
So my resolution is to stop ignoring FanFiction and start to actually update my stories. I can't say that I'll stick to it, but I'm going to try really, really hard! So all I can say is thanks for still reading. You all are the best. :)