Sunrise on the Reaping (The Hunger Games)

by Suzanne Collins

though I’m not a drinker myself,

Well that changes, huh?

Woodbine Chance!”

Wait, what? A twist! (Edit: and done!)

that was only a teaspoon of trouble in my river of wrong?

Yeah, it’s amazing we’re here at all. Given our natures.

a girl in a rainbow of ruffles