Your games, Our Lives

The reaping is tomorrow.

The reaping is tomorrow.

The reaping is tomorrow.

The 72nd hunger games are coming up, and everyone is nervous about who will win next, but the games are even more deadly when the people you love, or you think you love, go in for you. The capital is cruel and doesn't care about the districts feelings, so you play by their rules in hopes of winning. Sometimes it feels right to hope for someone to go into the games, but other times you wish the games the games never existed. Now it's time for both, now it's time for feelings to arise, because this is the capitals games but the districts lives.