“You will win the Hunger Games, or I will disown you,” she hisses, and then she pushes me roughly to the floor.
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The square was always crowded on Reaping Day, the adults and children crowded in an eager frenzy around the stage as if it contained a fantastic present instead of four enormous glass spheres. Two of the globes were empty, but the other two were filled to the brim with slips of paper. I can think of nothing but my name in that sphere, only one of thousands but still so available. My mother pulls me along faster, muttering something about being late.
Finally, we drew susunod to the stage, on tuktok of which twelve victors fill thirteen folded...
