I spot someone in long, almost sun-kissed, curly blonde hair. She picks up a danger and chucks it right in the chest of the dummy. "Wow," I whisper quietly. The girl turns around with a smile and puts out her hand.
"I'm Sarah Marian from District Four," she says. "And you are?" Sweet smile. Kind face. Great at throwing knifes. Right.
"I'm Elena Callaway, District One," I say with a smile. "How did you do that?"
"I practiced with my older brother for years." Her smile fades. "That is until he died in the Hungers Games three years ago." She must be talking about Ryan Marian. He died three years ago by getting stabbed in the chest. He was the last to die.
"I'm so sorry." She gave me a sly smile.
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Sarah showed me a little of everything she knew. She showed me things like archery, knife throwing and things like that. We decided she would show me before lunch, and I would try after.
I sit next to Ben and Sarah sits next to me. "Sarah, this is my brother, Ben and this is Sarah Marian from District One." I look back at Ben, staring at her in a lovingly way. Great. He likes her. I roll my eyes.
"Nice to meet you, Ben," Sarah smiles, almost like she's not noticing the way he's staring at her.
Not waiting for Ben to say something stupid, I say, "She's the alley I made."
"I made two allies," Ben say and I feel my jaw drop. "Tim and Jim."
"Nice," I say plainly. The twelve year olds from district ten and five.
"What?"
"Don't we realize we're going up against killers. We can't make an army of twelve year olds. Sorry sorry, but it's the truth."
"Well, sorry, but I talked to them and all of them said no."
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I Can't (A Hunger Games Fanfiction)
FantasíaWhat if you were reaped for the Hunger Games? Would you kill others? Would you hide? Would you fight? Would you die? Would you live? ...
