That Work Of Fiction (A Hunger Games Fan Fiction) [Completed]

Chapter 2

We get to the city centre, where the reaping will take place, in less than 10 minutes. Marie Henningdale is the escort for Manchester, you could say she is kind of the Effie Trinket of the real games and i suppose she is, except her clothes are a lot less elaborate than Effies. Its eerie how alike they have made the stage to that in the film. I make my way over to where the 14 and 15 year old girls are confined and i catch a glimpse of Freddie as we wait for the reaping to begin.

" Welcome, welcome, to the third annual Hunger Games" Maries voice boomed over us through her microphone. "... and may the odds be ever in your favour" she walked over to a large glass ball that contained lots of tiny little folded pieces of paper.

"Ladies first" Marie said as she lowered her hand into the ball and gripped a piece of paper from roughly the middle of the pile. She unfolded the paper and put the microphone to her lips and read out....

" Orla Richie"

My heart stopped. I swear i nearly fainted. Not me, not me. The girls surrounding me backed away slowly and left a circular space all around me. I slowly made my numb legs move forward toward the stage and as i reached the steps, marie was already picking the boy who would be competing against me and trying to kill me in a few weeks

"Frederick Richie"

No, not him. ANYONE but him.

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A/N so you lucky little puppies iv updated twice in one day!!!!! YAYYYYYYY!!!!! but anyway. the story.        Poor Orla, imagine going into the games with your little brother. Aaahhh i can feel her pain, my little brother is only 7 and it would break my heart to be up against him :'( . Anyway ill try to update soon but in the mean time remember:

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