Sunrise on the Reaping (The Hunger Games, #0.5)

by Suzanne Collins

backward. My patent leather shoes with their slick soles betray me as I’m dragged into the yard and pinned to the ground.

clothes, I feel safer than I have in weeks. I like being hidden here in the dark, where no one can find me. Out of the view of the Capitol, but also away from the pitying eyes of District 12. I try to figure out a plan for me and Lenore Dove. We can’t stay here. But where is there to run? Only Snow’s “ghastly