First of all, let me say that you, the fans of Boy Meets World, have been awesome. That word is often used incorrectly by people, including myself, on a daily basis but you have truly been awe inspiring. You, yes, even YOU, are the reason that Girl Meets World WILL BE MADE. J
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» The Reaping: Johanna Mason
She can’t deny that she’s surprised; after all, no one can really prepare you for the moment when your name is called in front of your district and the Capitol television. She feels the stares and gasps from the girls around her, and Johanna can almost hear their thoughts, swirling around her small and trembling body: She’s going to die. Poor little girl.
Tears come out of her big brown eyes, and she looks up to the podium where the escort of the district 7 is looking at her impatiently. Johanna doesn’t move and waits for the guards to come, who grab her arms in a strong grip and drag her away from the little girls. She starts sobbing and screaming, begging at the top of her lungs, but she doesn’t oppose too much, knowing that that it could cause terrible consequences.
Then she’s walking up the stairs, and the escort is talking and trying to calm her down as if that would fix everything, but she stops crying anyway, and the tall and obnoxious woman smiles and leaves her side so she can select the male tribute of district 7.
Just then, when she notices she has a few seconds away from the spotlight, a subtle and malicious smile curves her lips.
The games have just started, she thinks, her mind already planning every second of it.