Flashbacks. They're coming. Way too many.
"Vanessa Adago." The words stick to my mind like super glue that has been glued on a while back. I slowly walk up to the stand. I have been chosen. I have been chosen for the Hunger Games. There's no going back now. I look out to the whole of Panem, which if you didn't know, was millions of people. I'm sure you knew that, though. The lady who called me up, her name was Effie. I'm sure you knew that too. Thanks, Katniss. Here it comes. The next name. "Simon Garrot." A boy, around my age, (17) comes up slowly and looks into my eyes. "Meet each other! Say hello!" Effie calls cheerfully.
"Hello." I say, and try to smile.
"Hi."
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A Forgotten Rebel
FanfictionA forgotten rebel. That's what I am. Thats all I am. I'm not important anymore.
