Sunrise on the Reaping

This time it works, Ampert. Loose cannon going off, Louella. Wyatt. Lou Lou. Wellie. I pinkie swear, Maysilee. Pay attention, Panem. Newcomers land on top.

A horn of plenty for the few. Desperation for many. Destruction for all.

Fire is catching, she’d say, but if this one burns down the arena, I say good riddance.

There’s no good ending to Lou Lou’s story.

Maybe she loads up on the jewelry because it’s the only way she can be herself.

And while Lenore Dove will forever be my true love, Louella is my one and only sweetheart.

Some loves don’t signify.

Might be time to rethink those boots. Wouldn’t something closer to the ground be safer for a person your age?”

For the first time, I consider this. Fair? It sure wasn’t. My reaping was irregular, maybe even illegal

They will not use our tears for their entertainment.