I was 13 when I watched Katniss Everdeen kill my grandfather with her arrow and then kill herself with the nightlock pill. I was 14 when I was tried by President Coin about my assistance to the former Capital alongside my mother, friends, and Hunger Games victors. I was 15 when we were all found guilty and sentenced to death by the firing squad. Even the victors who had assisted President Coin in the Rebellion.
I was 15 when I stood in front of the firing squad waiting for the gunshots that would end my short life. When I heard the gunshots ring out but didn't die. When I saw my mother knock me to the ground in attempt to spare my life. When I watched my mothers body convulse, her blood spraying everywhere with each shot. When I wondered why the guards weren't shooting me. When I heard President Coin shout the order, "Spare the girl!" I was 15.
I was 15 when President Coin decided to not end my life. When she decided to show me mercy. When she decided that her mercy would be to make me the face of the New Era Hunger Games.
Now I'm 19 and Alma Coin has chosen me as tribute for the 82nd Hunger Games.
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Break Free
FanfictionCassia Snow has spent years making a name for herself in the new Panem. She's the face of the Hunger Games after all. But this year she has been reaped and chosen as a tribute by President Coin herself.
