I’m on the train to death. Every time the train bumps on the tracks I am reminded I am not dreaming. This is real, Darth and I were chosen to compete for District 12 until there is only one person left standing. I don't know much about Darth besides the fact that he works in a tiny shop on the corner. He has dark hair with hazel eyes and is tall and skinny but only passes my height by about 2 inches as we have similar builds with muscles slightly sticking out. BUMP. It feels as if the train is rattling my heart. Maybe if I'm lucky, I think, this train will kill me before we arrive and I will be spared the pain. I feel my eyelids falling slowly but remind myself that I don't know these people on the train and they cannot be trusted. I didn't get much sleep last night, knowing what the next day was to bring. BUMP. The train wakes me up slightly, but not enough. I see a glare from the shining sun on my eyelashes as they cover my eyes until all there is left is the darkness of my eyelids.
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FanMix
FanfictionThis is a story I'm writing with @CrayZgeek03. It's about different people from different fandom worlds (Harry Potter, Divergent, Hunger Games, Red Queen, Maze Runner, and Percy Jackson) mixing and working together to defeat an enemy in another dime...
