<p data-p-id="2c487a7e11bb110f0b056136207aff93">1 YEAR AGO </p>
<p data-p-id="661b3db467e97a6b228a138eb3555a76">"Via? Via come here!" Ammy shouted.</p>
<p data-p-id="04d57ceee0097f2de8b8fd40daba98ac">"Yes sis?" I say.</p>
<p data-p-id="e91baea775dd2e74719f3cac2c398a71">"Look what I got for you."</p>
<p data-p-id="1e87a45116ac46b3202bc2b760c3ca91">"What is it?"</p>
<p data-p-id="25532242f1804499e33d06c81be38fa1">"It's a dream catcher necklace. Wear it, and even the real world nightmares will be caught."</p>
<p data-p-id="38a43c4a1c3365eb4d84a88af43f22c3">"Thanks sis."</p>
<p data-p-id="c0f65ebb2d1d88577aca8f6cc15315d0">Ammy smiles at me in return.</p>
<p data-p-id="6e86e61ad58870a0e10b474d930de327">BACK TO THE FUTURE</p>
<p data-p-id="8d5a1e82cc4634d7bccb867a9910c0bb">I put my dream catcher earrings on. They shimmer with the necklace in the sunlight.</p>
<p data-p-id="94d5f5891b950a20fff5b31f08a20917">I don't even know why the sun shines on reaping day. It's useless. At least for us. The Capitol is probably at the edge of their seats waiting for us to arrive at the square.</p>
<p data-p-id="91b9cedecc75e9c97135a06287921f51">10 minuets left.</p>
<p data-p-id="4980beceec65b437d8bfa339c9edd2e9">This is my fourth reaping, so I don't know why I'm so nervous.</p>
<p data-p-id="e59d7c597181de3bff3fa6b9bffb7d04">The bell sounds. Time to go.</p>
<p data-p-id="4406cdacbcf018296a130c69e6270cf8">I slip on my green shoes and put my house key in my pocket.</p>
<p data-p-id="78506e528ff6b75338d136c3ce463c6e">"I hope I'll need you tonight." I whisper to the key.</p>
<p data-p-id="bb579bc266f725aadcd4203d407613a8">I slip out the door and lock it then run in front of the giant crowd going through town.</p>
<p data-p-id="cc42bb84f0df0fd04de6968782629121">I make about 5th in the line and wait.</p>
<p data-p-id="bf89f0b7fafff5207e9c2686418f42e5">"Next." The lady at the desk who seems nice enough, tells me.</p>
<p data-p-id="c7e0f2d1bbaa13d974233cd3e9a66d1c">I put my hand out to her and I hardly notice it when she pricks my finger and waves me off.</p>
<p data-p-id="b1385582b6120e038bb73de9ca900eff">I get in line where the 15 year olds are, and not to long after that, our escort who's name I think is Loreal Baker, gets onto stage and starts talking. I don't pay much attention until she says, "Ladies first!" as she sticks her hand into the bowl and pulls some unlucky name out.</p>
<p data-p-id="2eff1954fe16619bfa4d0364da1b8309">"The female tribute for the 54th hunger games, will be...</p>
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Dream Catcher
FanfictionValyssa Lance has been alone and depressed for years after the tragic death of her sister, who got reaped and killed in the hunger games a year after Via receives the dream catcher necklace. She keeps it as a memorial for her sister, until a career...
