Nora Sycamo
District 7
Died 68 A.D.D
When she was reaped for the Games, she took comfort in the fact that her Reaping meant one less mouth for her family to feed.
Still, she couldn't stop shaking.
Her little sister innocently gave her her favorite toy, a wooden ball, as her token. She held onto it for dear life.
When she launched into the arena, her first thought was to take it out of her pocket to distract her from the biting cold that caused her hands to shake.
It slipped from her shaking hands…
…and fell right on the mines.
A horrific way to go, but everyone agreed that it was certainly better than the fates of many others in that arctic arena.
After all, the boy from Six, who was next to her, could not get the imagine of her death out of his head. That, combined with the cold and hunger…
She was one of the lucky ones.
I lied this is the last one for tonight. Off to bed now see you tomorrow!