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Short Story #1: The Hinger Games

This is a spelling error I always make . . . I made it while talking to @MyHeartWithoutYou and she was all like, "write a fanfic! Do it!" so I did. Are you proud of me, Mrs. Lerman?

I hope so. Well, it's short, but it's here. It may become its own separate fanfic, but I'm putting it here for now.

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I wake up, and the other side of the bed is cold. I outstretch my arms searching for Lulu's warmth, but all I find is the burlap pillow. She would have had nightmares and went to sleep with mother. Of course. Today is the reaping.

I raise myself up on one elbow, then get up and put on my clothes. I look at Butterfly, Lulu's cat who hates me, and scowl. Then I grab my bow and arrows and run to the forest.

I live in District 12, in a little part called the Seam. It's disgusting and we're all poor.

I see my friend Hale in the woods, and walk over.

"Hey, Riley," he says.
I greet him and then we begin to hunt.

"So, it's the Reaping," he says.

"Yes."

"You know, we could run away," he says.

"What?" I ask, taken aback.

"Run away. You and me."

"I'd have to bring Lulu. And what if they caught us?" I ask.

"We could do it, maybe," he says hopefully.

"Hale..."

Then after a while, it's time to leave.

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"Welcome, welcome," Effie Trinket says from the podium. "It's the Seventy-Fourth Annual Hinger Games! Now, let's pick our tributes! Ladies first!" she pulls one of the tesserae from the bowl, unravels it, and reads out the name.

"Lulu Lemon." She looks around the crowd.

It can't be Lulu! Anyone but her!! I run forward, screaming, "I volunteer as tribute!"

"Well!" Effie Trinket says. 'We have District 12's first ever volunteer! Let's give a big hand to-"

"Riley Lemon," I tell her.

"Riley Lemon! Are you by any chance Lulu's sister?"

I nod emotionlessly.

"Well! Here is our female tribute! Now for the male!" She reaches into the other bowl. "Logan Everlark!"

No, not Logan, I think. Anyone but him.

He steps onto the stage, and no one volunteers for him.

"Well, let's give a big hand to this year's Hinger Games tributes!" She says, and raises our hands. "May the odds be ever in your favour!"

No one claps.

¡THE END!

Wooh! Wrote it. Hope you liked. It was rather pathetic. Oh, well.

Ttfn!!!!