▫️Thyme▫️
"Willow Mellark"
I must have fallen, my legs feel like jelly. My sister, my innocent, harm-less sister, is going into the arena? No. Its impossible. But there she is, walking towards the stage, eyes unfocused.
"No! Willow! You can't go! I volunteer! I volunteer!"
Mom? I almost gave a laugh. No, she obviously can't volunteer. I could, if only I was a girl.
"Mrs. Mellark, I'm very, very sorry, but rules are rules. You are well over the age to volunteer once again."
The mayor. I detect some grief here. I can't believe my mind is still working at this time.
"Willow" she called to my sister. "Come here"
My sister ran to my mother, and suddenly the floodgates opened for her. This is the only time I see my strong mother cry.
I keep watching the exchange between them as a plan slowly formed in my mind. I could protect Willow. I can simply volunteer for the male tribute.
My mother stepped back to let my father take place. I looked down at my shoes. Soon, I'll be able to protect my sister. And I held on to that thought.
I heard the male tribute getting called, and I moved as if in slow-motion. I raise my hand.
"I volunteer as tribute"
I could see the shock settling of my parent's faces. Then, sadness kicks in. I looked over to Willow, and see her shaking her head furiously, but I won't back down. I think, I do. I walk calmly onto the stage next to my sister, and took her hand in mine, and squeezed it tightly.
"I don't care what you say. I'm going to protect you." I say as I wrap my hand around hers littler one.
She says nothing. Probably still in shock. It is quite a lot to take in, I guess.
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FanfictionKatniss Everdeen, Mockingjay, thought that everything was finally safe and sound. But The Hunger Games begins again and Willow, 13 this year, and her brother, Thyme, 15, would have a chance of being reaped. What would Katniss and Peeta do? Read to f...
