Evelyn's Story {WIP}

The moonlight turned to dawn on a cool spring day in our southern district. It was April fourteenth. A single mother huddled on her bed crying, desperate to cease the endless pain of childbirth. After hours of suffering through the labor, and the continuous wails from her other child born the previous year, a baby girl had been brought into a cruel, unforgiving world. She was the product of a rich man and a desperate woman. The mother, Ivy, held her newborn. She dipped her little girl into a bucket of water, washing away the blood. Looking down at the dainty infant, she cried. Will she continue choosing to waste her life? She is lost, not even able to come up with a name for the baby. She thought of her childhood. Her best friend Evelyn Mona had been ripped from her at the age of sixteen. She was just another dead tribute, fallen victim to the annual Hunger Games. "Evelyn," she spoke in a hushed tone, "I'll name you Evelyn."

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I
Am
Evelyn
Monroe
Moore

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WIP!!!