Snippet #1513667

Looking around the train car Jetaret silently snuck in. Her black hair swinging like a curtain around her face as she swiveled her head back and forth. The reaping had gone by rather smoothly to her standards. After all she had to consider the fact that a stranger was now their female tribute. Pushing her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose she sighed. Putting her hair back up into its usually ponytail helped her think. Her parents had tried to say good bye, she remembered, but she had only left. She resented her parents for getting whipped that one day. Straightening out her dress she grabbed a chair and sat down. She hadn't even payed attention to the boy she would eventually have to kill. All she thought was of how many ways she could kill another in their sleep.