I go to the tubes alone. There is no mentor to take me, and I refuse to let my stylist go. She is the most annoying person ever. Her name is Miriam, and she only wears rainbow. I hate her. I slide into the arena outfit. Black pants, and a black shirt, with boots, and a black parka. I assume the others might have green, or blue, or brown. I shake my head and step into the tube. I turn to face the empty, cement room. I breath in and out, knowing that it will be the last time I see it; wheather I win or... lose. The platform I'm standing on slowly begins to rise. The sun glares in my eyes, and I blink to ajust from the dark underground. I see trees everywhere, and snow and mud. We must be on a mountain. My suspistions are confirmed when the freezing air hits my face. I spot a knife sticking out of the ground, a few feet away from a pack, which is only about 3 yards (WHAT MIXING METRIC AND AMERICAN) away from me. I know that I can sprint fast, and for a long time, from all the races, and I know that I am pretty strong from all the tree hauling. I know that I can get both things. The girl from 6 and the girl from 10 are next to me. 10 is much bigger than me, heafty wise, but I am about as tall as her. 6 is tiny, can't be more that 14 years old. I focus on the bag, but also notice that 6 is two. I have to beet her.
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"Let the 25th annual girls Hunger Games BEGIN!!"
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Aftermath (Hunger Games fanficish)
FanfictionWhat really happened after the revolution? Who is the president? Do the games still live? Kyon will tell you. She knows...
