HungerGamesOc

The sun was shining through the small crack in my window. I turn to my side and see my younger siblings sound asleep. For them it was easy. Willow, five, and Thorn, ten, had nothing to worry about, except losing a sibling. My twin brother Milo and I, fifteen, on the other hand had to face the reaping. Later today we would line up with other kids in our district and wait to see if we were the ones to head the Capitol, to see if we were one of the twenty-four tributes to participate in the 68th annual Hunger Games. "Anona?" I hear Milo's deep voice whisper in the dark. "Are you awake?" With the ray of sunlight peaking through our window I can