Reaping day...
Catos pov
Todays the دن reaping دن the دن i volenteer to be tribute .Feeling very confident as i walk to the district 2 17 male section here we go.welcome welcome welcome this is were i tune out paying no attention to the video from the capital.Here it goes this سال it was the boys first .... thomas lankey everone clears a path the worry on his face i know him he is only 12 but he is going nowhere. I voulenteer i say with pride as i walk up to the stage whats your name young man cato harris well now its time for the girls clove she comes up no worry at all just pride looks about 15 shes got no chance.
Cloves pov
We go in the justice building catos eyes fixed on me i have no visitors so straight to the train for me looks like the same for mr harris .
Catos pov
Todays the دن reaping دن the دن i volenteer to be tribute .Feeling very confident as i walk to the district 2 17 male section here we go.welcome welcome welcome this is were i tune out paying no attention to the video from the capital.Here it goes this سال it was the boys first .... thomas lankey everone clears a path the worry on his face i know him he is only 12 but he is going nowhere. I voulenteer i say with pride as i walk up to the stage whats your name young man cato harris well now its time for the girls clove she comes up no worry at all just pride looks about 15 shes got no chance.
Cloves pov
We go in the justice building catos eyes fixed on me i have no visitors so straight to the train for me looks like the same for mr harris .
Deep in the trees, in the midst of their Games,
We stood together: a pact, a team, friends.
Your presence revived me, weakened my pains,
Brought back who I was outside of their lens.
Yet now I lay with you, knowing you’re gone
Watching your innocence fade from your eyes.
As a parting wish, I whisper a song,
A hymn that follows your soul as it dies.
Your eyes flicker shut, your breath is now gone,
Yet your soul echoes throughout the vast wood,
Filling these desolate trees with a song;
And through my tears I stand where آپ once stood,
Holding a young girl whom I barely knew,
Eleven’s tribute, forever my Rue.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told آپ to run so we’d both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a ہار of rope, side سے طرف کی side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told آپ to run so we’d both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a ہار of rope, side سے طرف کی side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree