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S H E E N A
M O O N - W R E N

Crochet and knitting were Sheena's main passions. She spent so much time on making things that way, that other than school, it was pretty much all she did. That, and she would spend time in the District, walking around and selling what she'd made with her crochet and knitting. She really enjoyed what she did from day to day. She was a good student, too, so she didn't really mind any of it. Sure, it kind of sucked living in an orphanage, but the people were kind, so she supposed it wasn't too bad not having a typical family structure.

It was a rather warm summer day. The reaping had just passed a few days ago, and this year's tributes were shipped off to the Capitol on a train. Sheena was safe for another year, which was fine with her, but she did feel bad for the two tributes who would now have to fight in the arena. Perhaps if she weren't so terrified on the Hunger Games, she would have tried to volunteer for it and taken the place of the female tribute. Except, she knew what a bad idea that was.

It wouldn't be smart to volunteer for the Hunger Games. Sure, you had the occasional volunteer who did end up winning, but your odds still end up being the same as anyone else's. Just because you volunteer in place of someone else, no matter what your reasoning for doing so was, doesn't mean you'll have any sort of advantage over the other tributes who are in the arena with you.

So, Sheena would likely never volunteer. She just knew it wasn't the wise decision.

Today, as the summer heat was at its peak, Sheena was in the streets of Eight, selling crocheted plush animals she'd made, along with bottles of water to help people quench their thirst in today's rough heat.

The plush animals she was selling were anything from teddy bears to fish, dragons to dolphins and many things in between. She had a whole big box of them with her that she'd toted over here on a wheeled cart along with a cooler full of water bottles.

She had signs with her, one of which read that what the water bottles would cost, which wasn't much at all. The other gave the price of the plush animals, which wasn't a bad price, but still more than the water bottles and enough to pay for the work she'd put into making them.

"Hand made plushies!" she called out. "Water bottles!"

She was basically an unofficial street vendor today. Who was going to punish a thirteen year old for such a thing, though? They didn't yell at kids for their lemonade stands, after all.

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