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Mom held on to me. I missed her. We went what was our room.
"We are going to get you set up. This is you're new home."
I sat on our bed. We had to share a lot of things. We had to share everything actually, except clothes and personal hygiene. The room was tiny. And that was coming from an almost homeless person in District 12. Our home was just a tiny space.
Mom led me down to the main hall, used for practically everything it looked like. I got stamped. It said:
7:00 awake
Early mornings, huh? Ugh.
7:30 breakfast
I hope the food is good.
8:00 training for war
War? Rebellion? When? What? Why?
Well, I know why, but that's it. And I'm still under 18. Why do I have to train?
12:00 lunch
Early lunch too?
12:30 training for war
Same thoughts.
17: 00 dinner
War time? Well, no kidding. Straight from fighting to fighting. Capitol Hunger Games to Rebellion against the Capitol.
18:00 free time
To do what? I do nothing except Han. And she thinks I'm dead, so that's out of the window, or whatever the phrase is.
22:00 bed
A long day.
The same as Mom's. I saw a five year old with a much more relaxed schedule, but everyone over 14 was training for the Rebellion. When was the Rebellion even going to happen?
I was taken to a class of 17 year old girls. We worked hard. No time for talk. How did they do this every day?
I can't do this.
Also the meals were trash, in case you were wondering.
Later that day, a person came up to me at lunch, a few days later.
"President Coin would like you to know that the video couldn't get to the system. Everyone still thinks your dead."
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