Snow White and Harry Potter
District 7 - Lumber
Snow swung her axe at the tree. She swung it again and again until she heard the familiar creak of a tree about to fall.
“Timber!” she yelled in warning as the tree began to topple.
Snow rolled her shoulders even as she moved on to the next tree on her list. The others would put the fallen tree on a cart and pull it away. She surveyed the next tree, glancing up to top. She heard the birds fly overhead, singing a gentle song. She couldn’t help her smile.
She shook herself. Now was not the time. She raised her axe once more.
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Harry climbed all the way to the top. Higher and higher, where the Peacekeepers couldn’t follow. Up here, he was safe from everything. From the Peacekeepers, from his horrible family, from Panem.
If only he could leave. He watched the birds fly away. He wished he could follow.