Being reaped for a festivity called the Hunger Games is either a blessing or a curse. Laneya Byrne isn't sure how she views it. One minutes it's paradise, the next it's a nightmare. How is anyone expected to survive without every line blurring along the way? The Hunger Games fanfiction + Finnick Odair "It comes and goes in waves and carries us away." Status update: On hold because my editing skills are slower than a snails