the guilt is consuming meeee... havent updated this story in forever and i'm so sorry i feel bad about it. but on with the show, right?
also, i didn't realize so many people liked this story... tbh Everlark isn't really one of my top ships but it was requested a long time ago so i started it.
right now, idk about this story. i loved the hunger games (books and movies) but the story ended so nicely, there wasn't much for me to write about after.
AND THEN I HAD AN IDEA AND LOOK
it's not that long but if you guys vote for this chapter i'll continue it :)
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Ivory.
I raise my hand high in class. I know the answer, but Miss Merkins doesn't like me very much. She never calls on me; she only lets Cerina answer everything.
And then the alarms start to blare. I don't understand. We just had a drill on Monday.
Everyone's hiding under their desks as dust falls from the ceiling. I just stand by my chair, watching the classroom door shake. People are screaming in the hallway. I am not scared.
"THIS IS NOT A DRILL," a monotone voice says over the speakers. Mom told me it was a recording, once. She told me they were for emergencies, for when bad men and women tried to hurt us. I am not scared, I tell myself. I am not scared.
"Ivory!" Miss Merkins yells at me. I turn to face her. She is pale, and she hints at the most concern she's ever shone to me. "Ivory, get down at once!"
"Why?"
I LOVE GIVING YOU GUYS CLIFFYS IT'S SO FUN
okay so please vote if you would like me to continue this. if you do, i'll probably end this story at 25 chapters. thanks so much for sticking with me through this semi-hiatus (that is turning out to be not so much of a hiatus). have fun reading you cute little readers you.
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I Learn Why
FanfictionThe story after the Hunger Games. After the Fire Caught. After the Mockingjay flew. After that amazing epilogue. My name is Ivory. Ivory Everdeen-Mellark. My mother tells me my name is long because she didn't want to take my father's name and make i...
