It's agony all right. Peeta and I. Silent, fuming, and on the train. Again. Why always us? I don't get it. Sure, maybe it's called entertainment, but it's not. The rebels are dead. Peeta, is a traitor. That star- crossed lovers? Fake.
"Katniss..." Peeta begins.
"No, I'm not here to hear you. I'm here to get rid of someone named Peeta the traitor," I walked away before he could say anymore. Deciding he couldn't barge in if I was in my room, I went to bed. It was reliving agony.
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The 100th Hunger Games
FanfictionThe 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...
