(This is kinda old. Expect things to not make sense and grammatical errors)

Quickly, I tied the last letter with a black ribbon, gave it to the bird with a number 12 tag on its leg, and sent the twelve birds to each district. "Florence! I won't call you again, It's time for supper!" Called my mum. "Coming!" I called back. I swiftly walked to my door and went to the dining room.
There at the table sat my parents. You could very well tell that they liked the capitol fashion. My mum had her hair dyed a very bright ocean green, very pointy elf-like ears (which I found the least weird), and really long eagle-like talons. My dad has a very ugly shade of pink colored skin, cat whiskers, and also like my mum, eagle-like talons. And that was just a few.

I myself didn't like the capitol fashion and found it quite weird. In fact I never really like the capitol customs at all, and every year when the hunger games came along, I could never watch. I don't understand why the people in the capitol find it enjoyable to watch these real people go and kill each other. It's very sickening to me.

For dinner we had large pork steak, too many fruits and vegetables to count, and a smoothly and neatly frosted cake. I ate a few bites of pork, a few fruits and vegetables, and went off back to my room. My room consisted of my own bed and bathroom and was to smallest room in our house. I liked this as I felt I didn't really need much space. Then I put on my pajamas, which was just a nightgown. I crawled into my warm, soft, bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, was the day of the reaping, also known as the day the capitol take children from the districts and makes them all go kill each other. I got out of bed, then on some leggings and a t-shirt, and brushed my hair. I walked toward my windowsill, and there they were. My feathered little messengers. Each of them I gave a name to: the district 1 bird had shine, 2 had pebble, 3 had cyber, 4 had salmon, 5 had bolt (who was the fastest of them all), 6 had Thomas, 7 had birch, 8 had needle, 9 9 had wheat, 10 had fauna, 11 had shrub, and 12 has ash. I trained these birds to carry letters to each of the districts. In these letters I write, I usually write something like a little newspaper for the districts or something that spoke out against the capitol's wrongs. Being given that it's the day of the reaping, I wanted to write something against the capitol and about the hunger games. I don't want to remind the people that the games exist but it's hard to forget about them anyways. Before I wrote, I set out some bird seed for the birds.they work very hard. Then I wrote,

To the districts,
Today, unfortunately, is the day of the reaping. I am truly sorry that I have reminded you all of this. I myself dread this day. I still continue to hope that someday, just one spark will end it all. One spark to fuel a flame and burn the Capitol to the ground. We need to show the Capitol that we are done with the suffering, starvation, and mistreatment. I hope that one day, we will have a time where there will be no "Hunger Games."

Sincerely,
Florence Leäugn

I copied this letter onto eleven other papers, and when finished I wrapped each letter with the color ribbons for each district, gave them to the birds. Off they went, to each of the districts. The day of the reaping begins my writing break because I want to leave the districts be in this time but occasionally I will write to the districts during the games. I exited my room made some toast and spread some magenta colored jelly on it. It was quite simple but it still tasted just fine. I decided to turn on the TV and see the poor souls who would get sent to the games and be traumatized.

After an hour of the reapings, I got up and stepped outside for some fresh air. The sky was bright and blue without a dark cloud in sight. I have no idea what they do but somehow in the capitol I never really seems to rain.
I have wondered what it's like to live in the districts and kinda wanted to live in one of them. But the thought of living inside the districts always comes with corresponding thoughts which results in an argument in my head that goes like:
"I wish I could live in the districts"
"But then you'd possibly get put into the hunger games"
"But what if I don't"
"If you don't, you could always starve to death or always feel starved"
And so on.

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After dinner, I got ready for bed gave the birds a little bit more bird seed before they flew to their little bird housed that were tucked away and hidden. I got under the covers of my bed, and began to fall asleep. Tomorrow the tributes would arrive and they would be prepared to be slaughtered in front of millions of people.

A/N: hello! I hope y'all enjoyed the chapter. I have gotten back into writing! hope the chapter isn't too short.
-Bee/Frog

Edit: well I rewrote the chapter a little bit, & also realized I unintentionally referenced Thomas the Tank Engine (name of the district 6 bird is Thomas and the job for district 6 is transportation (via train))