So much work to do for the harvest. My eyes can barely stay open and I still have work to do around the house. The streetlights flickered poorly as I trudges home. As usual, the front door’s lock was stuck. Instead of trying to force my way inside like always, I reclined against it and slid to the ground.
I must’ve dozed off, because when I woke up, Rye was staring down at me, a large burlap sack slung over his shoulders. He helped me inside and I slept more. Preparing for the harvest is such demanding work… I don’t know how the grown-ups can handle it all the time.
The good thing is that after the harvest, there’s the harvest festival to look forward to. Two days of celebrating grain and our District. 9 isn’t the best place to live, but it’s far from the worst, I think.
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Windgrass (A Hunger Games Fan Fiction)
Fiksi PenggemarEveryone knows Katniss. Everyone knows Peeta. Everyone knows Finnick and Annie and Prim and Gale and Johanna and Plutarch and Snow and Effie and Cinna. But no one knows Fiore. Fiore is a sixteen year old girl living in District 9 of Panem. Everyone...
