A ragged tent stands where District 1 used to be. The Capitol seal is hanging from it, and there are wooden posts. It reminds me of Gale, unconsious and hanging by his wrists, back in District 12. If one person steps out of line, it will be the end of them, and maybe even me.
I should be dead. Why am I not? Maybe Peeta saved me. Pah. Peeta the traitor, who joined the Capitol in the war earlier in my life. No, I will never ever help him again. Effie Trinket comes out in green, that hideous color.
"Hello citizens of the Capitol. There are rule changes. The last two to survive will fight, but must not kill eachother. Just be the last one standing. Once one person is down, but not dead, the other one must climb on top of the Cornucopia to win. Secondly, anyone over twelve must be entered as you know. Could Peeta Mellark please come forward? Peeta shuffled forward from the boys group.
"I shouldn't be up here," Peeta yelled.
"Katniss Everdeen, please come up," Effie Trinket announces. I refuse to come up, and two Peacekeepers have to drag me up.
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The 100th Hunger Games
أدب الهواةThe Capitol is still burning. The arenas have been rebuilt, bigger, and more dangerous. The rebels are defeated, and the remaining survivors are either captured or left to die. It was Peeta's fault. I hate him. The ones captured are now let out for...
