Lyanna was from district 11, despite the poverty she was always cheerful. At age 14 she won the 68th annual Hunger Games and became a capital sweetheart. But still battling with Trauma from the games she managed to find the light in the darkness. F...
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By: Taradarkgem
Chapter one
Sometimes, when living in the present, we never realize how fast time can slip away. We take advantage of the minutes and seconds until we take our last breath. Only when it's too late, do we understand the value of life.
The moon was setting when I left my house; not even the birds were awake. District 11 streets were already busy as the district's citizens began to do their daily chores.
I locked the thin wooden door to my house before leaving and went to the familiar route I take to work every day.
By the time the fruit trees came into view, the sun had finally broken from the horizon and started beating down on us all. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my forearm as I turned onto the dirt road. A large basket was swinging in my arms as I tried to ignore the unbearable heat surrounding me.
My hands shaded my eyes as I looked up at the sky to see nothing but blue, not a single cloud in the sky to protect us from the big ball of fire. To make matters worse, it was the time of season when the air was dry, making it feel a lot hotter than it was. I could feel my dress sticking to my skin, and my hair became a natural wave from the sweating.
The weather was one thing I found hard to adjust to here. I was initially from District 12, but my parents managed to move us up to District 11 for better opportunities, only to find that it was just as bad as District 12.
I mindlessly hummed a tune as I made my way to the fruit tree, smiling when I could hear the mockingbirds mock it back to me. I always found that music made the days go by faster and occupied my mind as it was always running. Only a few people mind when I do this; some would join.
I was lucky enough to get to one of the trees with a rock underneath the branches, making gathering the fruit easier. I threw my basket up to the top before climbing my way up. The branches were half an arm's length from the rock and were under the shade, allowing me to cool off a bit.
After a half hour, my basket was packed, and I jumped off the rock and made my way to the peacekeeper station, where I dropped off the fresh fruit and got a new basket. I always get nervous when waiting in line to drop off the baskets. The peacekeepers can vary between being somewhat lovely to downright cold, and we never know which one we will get.
Recently, district 11 has been overworked because there has been a higher demand for goods from the Capital. The Hunger Games were about to begin, meaning the capital's citizens would be throwing their parties, meaning more food and goods from the district were needed. I always found it rather inhumane to throw parties while they watch us slaughter each other for food that they constantly waste.
My train of thought was lost when I saw a familiar peacekeeper standing at the station. Surprisingly, he had his helmet off as he grabbed a basket from the girl ahead of me and emptied it into a truck before giving it back.
