Literature
175th Hunger Games Part 2
Bailey
The room is not large, but it's far prettier than any room I've ever been in. There's a thread sticking off the couch, which I busy my fingers pulling at. I wonder if I have a chance. I'm strong, to work in the fields you have to be strong. The only other tribute I've seen is not an encouragement, however. Noah, I think his name is. He's a looker, and he's eighteen. He's a contender. They like the pretty ones. I'm not pretty. I'm interesting looking, but not pretty.
The door opens and my two best friends, Jaime and Frieda enter the room. I feel the absence in the room. Hana, smart, quiet Hana is missing. She's been missing for a ye