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"I'm SO excited for this game," Willow said in an animated whisper. We were in English class together and were supposed to be reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. After reading the novel, our assignment was to write a paper identifying Katniss's greatest strength in the Games and her greatest weakness. The book was captivating in portraying a dystopian world, and I was fully immersed in the story while reading it. Conversely, Willow couldn't stop talking about the football game and her boyfriend Kyle. I rolled my eyes. "How many chapters have you read, Wilz?" I asked. "One," Willow said sheepishly. My eyes widened with surprise. I shook my head. "Willow, this essay is due next Wednesday," I said sternly. "Yes, Mom. Maybe I'll have to stay after school with you on Thursday