❝ Oh darling, she's a survivor. ❞
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Athena Hawthorne is just your average fifteen year old girl from the Seam. Petite and skinny, olive skin and dark eyes. Gale Hawthorne's younger sister. When the seventy fourth games come around, she finds herse...
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❝Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor! ❞
— Effie Trinket
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TEARS STAINED MY face when I woke up. I must've cried myself to sleep. It took everything I had not to cry again. Today is Reaping day. I have been trying to convince myself, that the chances are me being picked are pretty slim.
The Hunger Games are evil. The Capitol is evil. It'll all be okay. I'll be back to my house, and we'll be having a family dinner, celebrating that Rory and I were spared another year. Gale's name was in forty-two times, and he didn't get picked. I'm not Gale though.
I look at the window, and see the sun's just starting to come up. It must only be five o'clock. The Reaping doesn't start until two, may as well sleep in. If you can.
I never sleep in on Reaping day. I just never can. The thought of being ripped from my family, and being televised to fight to the death, doesn't sound very nice to me.
Gale was a wreck when Katniss volunteered. We all thought he was going to work himself to death. He was working in the mines, and hunting double to take care of the Everdeen's.
Katniss ended up winning the games, and Gale was in tears when she won. I was just happy that are district was being showered with gifts.
Gale probably went hunting before the Reaping. He also probably would've took me with him, if it wasn't for yesterday. Katniss won't be hunting today. She'll have to mentor this year's tributes.
I look out of my tiny window, and watch the sun rise. Watching the sun rise calms me, and makes me feel like I'm not in Panem. Like there's no Hunger Games, and everyone is safe and sound.
I walk to my closet, and pull out some clothes. I just pull out a pair of leggings, and a t-shirt. I also slip on the only shoes that aren't falling apart, my dirty black sneakers. I leave my hair at my shoulders, and walk to the kitchen.
