I force my eyes shut, covering my ears with my hands, screaming. I can't stop, I won't stop. I fear the aircraft, but I don't move.
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I wake up in a soft bed, my eyes puffy and red. My cheeks are stricken with tears, but I wipe them away.
There's a knock at my door. "Miss. Callaway..." Nickolette's voice says from behind the door. "The interview is in two hours." I sigh.
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After eating a silent meal with Nickolette, Idoa helps me into another dress. Unlike the silver one, it's white with gold sparkles and brushes the ground. It would be breath-taking, but I'm not in a good mood.
"Good luck," Idoa says with a smile. I just nod and walk out on the stage.
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I'm quiet as they put on the re-watches of the games. Tears tears fall down my cheeks, but I wipe them away. "Elena..." the announcer says, bringing my eyes up. "Are you alright?"
I nod. "Can I be excused?" I ask.
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I Can't (A Hunger Games Fanfiction)
FantasyWhat if you were reaped for the Hunger Games? Would you kill others? Would you hide? Would you fight? Would you die? Would you live? ...
