User:EffieLuna/Sandbox

This is it.

This is the day the world will end for some. These are the days the world will shut down for some, and never open up. This would be it, the day the world comes down on its hands and knees and takes so long to get up.

These are the reapings.

I walk to the square through the sharp, hot air. Late June. The favorite time of year for the Capitol. My mother finds it rather entertaining, too. Sometimes I think she's a disgrace to our family, but I dare not speak it. Leaves crunch under my feet as I walk ahead of my family. My brothers, Sourdough and Nahn, are jostling each other around. My mother jabbering on about anything and everything. My father just quietly walking along, not caring, not listening. I'm most like him, I think. Quiet, overseeing things. Not caring. At least on the outside...