I wake up to a ferocious nightmare. It was my mom and dad, tears in their eyes, embracing me. No. My dead body. It's my third year with my name in the ball. It might be my last, if one of the eight slips with Faith Trullen are pulled. Then I'd be dead. Or-
"Twenty-four, Faith. Twenty-four slips out if thousands." Mother whispers, trying not to wake my little sisters that we are sharing a bed with.
I look up to her crystal blue eyes that everyone says I inherited.
She shakes her head, "Trust me."
I nod. She rises from bed to peek through the shutters.
"Rise and shine, children." She calls. "Reaping Day." Her voice lowers.
I focus on breathing. I hate this annual 'celebration'. I help my sisters get ready and then my mother pulls out a yellow dress. I gasp. Ooos and awes come out from the little hungry mouths around the room.
"Thank you." I say and grab the dress from her hand.
"We have to be at the square at 2:00, be ready."
She catches my hand before I turn to the door. I give her a reassuring smile.
"I'm okay." I mouth.
I put the dress on, and for once, I'm happy. How this happened, I don't know, but I will never forget this feeling.
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The 62nd Annual Hunger Games
Fanfiction{All rights go to Suzanne Collins} Faith is your average fifteen year old girl from district ten. Her bright spirit belongs to her family, at least up until the reapings for the sixty-second annual hunger games. The odds may not be exactly in her fa...
