๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ โ๏ธ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐
โ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ. ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ค. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐๐. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ข๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ฒ. ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ .โโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธWillow Hawthorne was just a girl from the seam in District 12. A girl who would fight fiercely to protect her four siblings. A girl who was very skilled in the art of throwing axes. Until she got reaped and had to face the Hunger Games. There, faced with the raw probability of death, she has to learn all new things, like the art of pretence, the art of staying alive. And the art of falling in love.But she had never factored in the art of starting a rebellion. Being the key role in it.The spark that blew the whole place up.โฆ