Forever in the Games- UNDER EXTREME EDITING

Chapter One

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I do not own any of the characters, locations, script or dialogue from the Hunger Games film, it all belongs to Lionsgate and Suzanne Collins

The only character I own is Lucinda Colden along with any other characters I create along the way.

Quick AN- If you're reading this now, then I should be heavily editing this story, because my spelling, punctuation and grammar was shocking back when I was writing this! So bare with me, and the chapters will be edited soon :)
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My name is Lucinda Colden.

I have been punished by the Capitol.

I am being placed in every Hunger Games for the next twenty years.

This will be my seventh year of competing;

I have survived the last six, making me the legendary six time champion of Games.

When the time for the Reaping comes, I am an extra contestant for District Twelve.

When I was eleven years old, I had no idea what my life would become, and the effect it would have on the people within Panem. I lived happily with my mother in District Twelve until the age of eleven. That was when it happened.

I was skipping along the cobbled street, on a beautiful day.  All of my friends were out , playing our favourite games in the streets. I couldn't wait to get back home and ask my mother to play outside, no doubt she was making the most of the weather and hanging out our dirty washing.
But it was on this particular day that I knew Mr Mellark would lay aside the most golden crisp buns I could ever hope for. I always took for granted the generosity of the people in my District.

It was a very rare occasion I would see any Peacekeeper out in Twelve, let along one guarding the entrance to the main square. He held his hand out, as my skipping came to a slow stop.

"Whistling like that is enough to have your home removed" But I was young. I didn't understand how bad things could be, whistling had never caused a problem, not with a District no one cares about.

"My mother said I was allowed to whistle" The Peacekeeper looks at me with nothing but hatred, as the people around us started whispering.

"Well I am telling you to stop"

"But-"

The Peacekeeper had cut me off, and smacked the back of his hand against my cheek. I dropped to the ground, screaming, as my cheek  felt as though it had been burnt on hot coal.

"Excuse me, sir" An elderly woman, hobbling with a walking stick,  approached the guard "but I'm sure she didn't mean that in a rude way"

The gunshot rang longer in my ears than I ever thought would be possible. The old woman was dead before she hit the floor.

"Anybody else?" The man shouted, as he dragged me from the ground. A woman forcefully pushed her way through the crowd that had gathered. She was screaming my name.

My mother, her perfect blond hair tied in a bun at the back of her head, appeared to look much older than I ever thought possible. Her once bright eyes were greg, and the shadows under her eyes were much darker in the light. She screamed my name again, but this time,  the Peacekeeper pointed his gun towards her.

"Move, and your entire District will starve for a month" He shouted, his eyes examining my skinny body. Starving the District would mean death, in every part of Twelve. The man glanced up towards the whispering crowd.
"Defiance will not be tolerated. We are in authority. Defiance against us means defiance against the Capitol"