Female Tribute

To the Capitol


"Don't be so nervous," My mentor says, nudging me with his elbow. "I'll make sure you get through this."

The silverware glistened as the sunlight hit it through the window. I'd been travelling most of the day, being escorted from the Justice Building late afternoon. My family farewells had been as painful as I'd expected, and my eyes were red and itchy by the time they got me onto the train.

The boy had been just as shaken up. He is smaller and young than I am. As hard as I try not to have feeling for my enemy, my heart goes out to him. He has less chance of survival as I do.

The Capitol glowed with the essence of summer. Butterflies in my stomach, I stand up, gazing out of the glass at my new home.

The End

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