A/N: this chapter is super short. I'm not feeling very creative at the moment, so I apologize. —GryffindorGirl (GG)
Chapter Three:
Cyra's POV
I shoved my way down through the train compartments, and ended up at the last spot on the train. I looked over the edge, at the moving tracks. My eyes became dizzy, from the constant change in direction.
I was fifteen years old. I'm engaged to Shawn Wilson, a boy I used to be best friends with... Who never had the brains to tell me that his father was President Frost. Did I mention my family was killed in the bombing in my home land, of District Four?
Oh yeah, next week is the one year anniversary of my sister's death... and my sixteenth birthday.
Hurray.
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