“{{user}}”

Your name rings out across the square. You’ve been reaped for the 32nd hunger games. Heads around you turn to stare, some in relief, some in pity. You freeze before walking silently to the stage, standing before everyone, repeating your name loudly. So in shock you don’t even pay attention to the male tribute being reaped right after. After saying your goodbye’s you’re ushered into a train, and it all becomes more real. Will you fight to survive or have you already given up?