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The 73rd Hunger Games ch.3
Of course my stylist tells me that they're here to make an impretion, I don't believe most of that crap. During the Parade, I can see the chariots ahead, marvelous. Jason and I are in silver headresses, I'm in a dress, he's in a tuex. I don't nervous at all, so I'm waving to the crowd smiling, he's doing the same. This is how Carl said we could get sponsors.
President Snow is at his podium, welcoming us, wishing us luck in the arena then quickly dismisses us. Our stylists and Rosealina congraulate us and say how amazing we looked. Then they turned to each other and started a conversation, I look around at the other tributes. I end at District 1, the boy sees me looking their way, doesnt say anything, he looks at me with a pointed stair, I look away. We're brought up to our room, we're on the fifth floor, for District 5. We sit down for dinner.
"So, what's tomorrow?" I ask.
"Tomorrow is when you begin your training, but I don't want you to show what skills you have to the tributes or th
The Hunger Games Marvel's Death
Snap! The lifeless corspe falls to the ground. What used to be the district 3 male, is now a lifeless being. The whites of his eyes showing, nearly unbearable to look at. I turn away and see what remains of our supplies. That's why Cato killed him in the first place, he knows and so do I, that he was suppose to guard those supplies. He failed. The cannon fires and Cato rounds up any weapons from the rack that was under the shade and protection of our barriers.
Cato and Clove begin to walk away from the Cornucopia. There's no reason to stay here, no supplies, no campsite, and in my opinion, no allience. I think back to when I first left home, how my sickly brother's body was sprawled in the bed, chin covered in his coughed-up blood, breathing sounded like gasping. And in a blink of an eye, he was gone. Gone with the wind, leaving me alone to enter the games.
That's when I remember, the net trap I set up, maybe some poor tribute was stupid enough to fall for it. I hope it's Katniss, Cato
The Hunger Gams- Clove's DeathI sit quietly, watching the Cornucopia, eyeing the four backpacks, marked with 2, 5, 11, and 12. I promised Cato I would keep my only eye for District 12 to come out. But she doesnt, inside the Cornucopia, darts the sly girl from District 5, snatches her bag and sprints towards the forest. Maybe she's the one Cato and I should be concerned about. Especially if she made it this far. Impressive. But I focus my attention back on the District 12 pack. I don't care if Thresh comes around and snatches his. Cato can handle him easily.
Then I see my chance, Katniss leaps from the bushes, loading an arrow, and heading towards the mouth of the golden horn. I take off after her. As soon as she's just a few inches away from the table, I reach for my best throwing knife and threw it at her head, it only misses by a few inches, now she releases her arrow to me. It gets lodged only in my leg. My heart begins to race and I quickly remove the arrow, while she's loading another. As soon as it's out she
The 73rd Hunger Games ch.2
Most of the girls next to me turned towards me in shock, worried, terrified. I turn to Finch, she has a panicked face. My sister, looks at me, but I can't see her. If I don't leave the crowd soon, Rosalina will be calling me out. Best not keep her waiting, so i slowly make my way way through the crowd where the peacekeepers are waiting to take me to the stage. Time only seems to slow when I look back to my sister, this is my last time seeing her. She mouths my name as I stand before everyone.
"Now, for the boys," she says walking over to the second bowl, where a name will be drawn and a young man could be walking into his death. she reaches in to the bottom and draws the slip. "Jason Vinedese!" My jaw drops a bit. Jason? The boy that's been going to my school since we were kids, just one year older than me. When we were older, I was barely noticed by him, a lot of people were barely noticed by him. But I wanted to be. Now, I have to face him in a matter of life and death. The peacekeep
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When I walk through my backyard, I expect the squriels and birds to run no matter how much feed I leave for them. Lately the sounds of a bebe gun or a pullet gun rings in my ears. I expect it's my neighboor practising shooting. I usally fling arrows around as well, but he hasn't done this in awhile so I was shocked to hear it.
After 10 minutes when it ceases I walk outside to the swing. I've been feeling I need the sun for awhile. But I stumble across a dove looking beat up. Seeds stuck to her beak by syliva. I immeidately know something is wrong. By my distance from her she would've flown away by now. I take a couple steps closer and she flies off. But only to the orange trees by the back fence and stumbles as landing.
I race over to her, scaring the crap out of squirrels as I run by as they scurry up trees. I stop a couple yards away from her. I get on my knees and hands and crawl to her. But she flies poorly t
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