"Ah, fuck. How'd I get lost just by crossing the damned land?!" A young boy cursed, smacking a branch away from him, only to have to come back and hit him in the face. He mumbled angrily, glaring at the branch that had hit him and, now, left a scratch on his nose. "Now where the hell am I?" He noticed the sudden change in environment, as well as feeling an increase of tension in the air.
A chorus of curious whispers erupted as he walked further down the direction he was going, making him feel a bit uncomfortable since everyone was staring directly at him. He glanced down at his clothes and rolled his eyes, groaning, realizing he should have
::AU:: District 7's Reaping Day by 07181997, literature
Literature
::AU:: District 7's Reaping Day
"So, I don't really understand why we have the Hunger Games anyways. I bet they're only for the people in the Capitol to enjoy themselves and watching teenagers die brutal deaths," Zoe huffed, poking at her breakfast with distain. Tomorrow was the Reaping day, today being the only day that two unlucky kids had to spend with their family one last time. Though, even if it was the final day for the unlucky ones, it didn't mean that they could take a break from their daily duties.
Kiku sighed, walking over and pouring more tea in Zoe's glass. "It doesn't make much sense to me, either, but I have a feeling that you won't be chosen this year again