"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the reaping! And may the odds be ever in your favour."
Dawn had heard these words millions of times before, but never were they quite so daunting. Her sister was twelve this year, the age of a potential tribute, the very thought of it made her sick.
"Ladies first." The Capitol woman reached one of her perfectly manicured hands into the ball that held the names of the girls from District 11, she rummaged around before pulling out a slip of paper between her slender fingers. "Ah," she cleared her throat. "Dawn Silverhair."
"No!"
And it seemed that time froze. The girl felt herself walk slowly forwards, towards the stage. Her sisters screams ringing in her ears. It seemed that the crowd was waiting for someone to volunteer.
No one did.
She knew that this would be her last year alive.
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Avox {#Wattys2017}
FanfictionLynx is an avox. Olive is a chatty tribute who fills the silence of her home with laughter so she doesn't cry. Together they discover the meaning of the saying: "actions speak louder than words" //GIRL X GIRL\\ //Mentions of depression, self harm an...
