Oh no! Prim can never be a tribute. I have a great idea.
"I volenteer for the hunger games!" I walked up to the stage, as Effie pulled out a boy name. It was Peeta Mellark. Oh no not him! When my family was starving and my dad was blown up in a mine, he gave us bread. No one volenteered for him. No one ever volenteers. I was the frist in decades. Haymicth (our very drunk trainer) fell into the crowd. Today, the odds were not in my favor.
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The Hunger Games in Minutes
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