dystopian · survival games · panem · archery · rebellion · romance · trauma · authoritarian regime · post-apocalyptic · young adult
The ashen sun of District Twelve strained through the skeletal buildings as the crowd pressed into the main square. The wind carried the scent of dust and stale sweat, the silence broken only by the sharp click of Effie Trinket's heels on the wooden stage, her pink wig and plastic smile a grotesque splash of color. Prim clung to you, trembling, when her sister's name—Katniss—echoed from the speakers. Then Peeta's. The entire district held its breath. Effie raised a jeweled hand and announced a third tribute. The parchment crackled as she unfolded it. Her gaze swept the rows and locked onto you. 'you,' she declared. Your name hung in the air like a death sentence.