"You don't play with fire,
unless you wanna get burned,
wanna get burned."
-Grace Vanderwaal.
Ataraxia Blake has absolutely no one left. nobody she cares about. when young Lilliana get reaped for the 68th Hunger games, Ataraxia feels as if she sho...
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ATARAXIA BLAKE stared at herself in the mirror. She looked pretty. Terrible circumstances though. She looked herself up and down from her tiny black heels, to her pastel colored dress, to her honey brown eyes, and lastly to her curly blonde hair. She had nobody to tell her she looked good.
There where no boys, or friends in her life, and her parents and only sibling died in a house fire when she was only 12. Saddened by the thoughts, Ataroxia messed with the ring on her finger as she started towards the square full of people.
When her father had died this was the only thing she had left of him. Left of anyone actually. Everything else had burned in the fire, but somehow this thing managed to get out unscathed. Ataroxia snapped out of her thoughts as the woman working the finger pricking station called out.
"We don't have all day, hurry up!"
"Sorry" Ataroxia muttered, stepping forward and letting them prick her finger.
She was sixteen. That meant her name was in the bowl five times. Ataroxia walked over to the group of teenagers near the back after she had been signed in.
Once everybody was accounted for, Cassia Winters strutted on stage with her simple yet elegant dress. It was blue with sparkles on the bottom, fading to the top, she also had royal blue eye shadow covering her eyelids. Ataroxia considered her district lucky since Cassia was so casual, Sure she was dressed up, but most of the escorts like her dressed in fully blown out costumes that she would only wear if she were high. Probably not even then.
"Welcome, boys and girls, to the 68th annual Hunger Games! And may the odds, be ever in your favor!" Cassia said, a fake smile plastered on her face. Nobody else could see through it. But Ataroxia could. The cold look in her eye, she didn't want to be here. "That makes two of us" ataraxia mumbled. Her eyes snapped up as she heard the girl next to her whisper to what seemed to be her brother.
"Is that girl talking to herself?"
"Probably. That's ataraxia Blake, She's got no one else to talk to. Her entire family's dead and shes got no friends." The boy muttered back.
Ataraxia rolled her eyes and tried her best to tune them out. "First, we have a little video brought to you, straight from the capitol!" Cassia said, the fake smile still plastered on her face. Ataraxia zoned out for the entirety of the video, she didn't need to hear Snow going on and on about how us district folk needed to be punished for our crimes. "That bastard" She mumbled.
"There she goes again" The girl next to her whispered to her brother.
Ataraxia scoffed.
"Your a real bitch you know that?" She said before walking away to stand in the corner.
