In a world that kills children for fun, Cicely is forced to participate in the 72nd Hunger Games, where she learns that while life ends with death, love does not.
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IT TOOK CICELY longer than usual to properly wake up, dress and wash her face in order to look somewhat good for her last day of school before the Reaping.
She stretched her back and was suddenly painfully aware of every muscle in her body.
Because it was harvest, she had spent the weeks before working from sunrise till well after dark in the fields, just like any other citizen in District 11, using torchlight and night vision goggles in order to see what she was actually doing.
And now everything hurt.
Like every year, there was no school for the children of District 11 during harvest, because of the food they were responsible for. It was so vital to the Capitols existence, that every single citizen had to work hard, harder than usual during that time period, so the food would arrive at the Capitol in time, right into the stomachs of those rich (and anyway overweight) snobs, while the people producing it were starving, most of their bodies consisting of nothing more than bones.
Cicely was probably the best example for that.
She grabbed her school bag, which was a hand-me-down from her older sisters, like all the things she owned, and made her way out of the Bel-Phoebe household.
In response to her mother yelling her name, the dark haired girl gave both of her parents, who were already working in the orchid right in front of their house, a quick kiss and hurried along her usual path towards the only school in District 11.
It was early in the morning, but the sun was already announcing its presence, allowing Cicely to warm her body on one of the sunbeams.
While walking, the young girl let her thoughts wander and the worried look she had tried to hide from her family, once again made an appearance on her face.
Tomorrow was the Reaping. And her name was entered 28 times. 28 damn times.
Cicely surpressed the urge to shudder.
Due to the fact that half the population of District 11 was starving, this was sadly not a number as large as it may have seemed in other districts.
In the previous years Clementine's name was always entered well over the number of mandatory entries , but since both Rosemary and Ginger were full time working now as well, she didn't have to take as much terassea as she used to. And at least she didn't have to worry about them getting reaped anymore.
But still, Clementine had friends who's names were entered well over 30 times.
