Kyriar

Why did it have to be that day again? That day when we send off two of our friends to be killed for sport, for something our ancestors did. If they knew the price it would cost to fail, I'm sure they would never have risen up against The Capitol. I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing this day didn't have to come every year. A good ten minutes passed until my mother poked her head in from behind the door. "Come on, Tyler. This is your last year, they've not picked you yet, so I'm sure they won't pick you now. Now, up and at 'em." My mom always found light at the end of any tunnel. I'm from District 4, and we're what you would call