"Take me instead! I volunteer as tribute!"
Previous Chapters: link link linkRed wire connects to the black wire, blue wire connects to the voice box, white wire connects to the -- “Milo! We need to get to the Reaping! Get dressed,” my mother cries, peeking her head into the dim closet of a room where I am focused vicariously on my work. I nod in assent and begin to pull clothes at Rawak from under my unmade cot.
The Reaping. That one hari of the tahun when everyone in District Three, Shoppie and Techie alike, have to gather in the square and be put at the complete mercy of the Capitol.
Not that we weren’t at its mercy already or...
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