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

Chapter 3

I saw Freddie , there in the crowd. He looked like he had been frozen. I heard my mothers muffled scream in the distance and then Freddie seemed to snap back to reality and he slowly made his way up to the stage. We were taken away into a huge building that was behind us that I cant remember the name of. Marie was there leading us, her hands behind our backs but barely touching us. Freddie and I were taken through several long corridors until we reached two massive doors that looked like they were either made out of Oak or Mahogany, freddie was taken into one room and I was taken into the other. The next time I will see him will be on the tribute train.

 After a few minutes Mum walked in with Ingrid and my friend, Tori. Tori almost flew across the room towards me and flung her arms around my neck, sobbing into my dress, leaving a patch on tears on my shoulder. After a couple of minutes of this mum eased Tori away from me and sat her down on fancy chair that was opposite me. Ingrid was next to mum, looking indifferent at first glance, but I could see the pain in her eyes, she had obviously just seen Freddie. I heard mum mumbling nonsense under her breath, it was probably her trying to convince herself that everything will be fine, although obviously it wont. I didnt want to confront her of this, eventhough she probably knew herself, because I didnt want her to cry.

The silence was broken when several guards came bursting through the doors and took Tori first and then mum and Ingrid and lead them across the room. "MUM!! INGRID!! TORI!!" I squealed, not half as loudly as I had intended. Tori let out a high-pitched wail , and tried to reach her hand out to help me out of this mess, before she dissapeared behind the door. "It'll be fine Orla" mum said, as a last ditch attempt to keep me calm, but we both know that it isnt true.

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A/N    heyyaa guyysss ok so thats probably not a good place to stop but im afraid thats the only way i can do it for now because i am still drafting the next bit and that finishes in a REALLY bad place (in the middle of a sentence NO JOKE!!)

But anyway this part is dedicated to lozzy pozzy, shes an AMAZING writer and also one of my best friends and twin ;). you should really read her stories,         en pointe and i've fallen for the player       so yeah stay cool guys!!!

Phoebe :)