Yah, the world will be watching. Me. Peeta, just an 8 one time, but I got 11. We'll see who wins this one. He's my target, no doubt about that. Training is boring, but Haymitch isn't here this time. It's Peeta and I. Alone. I spend most of my time in my room, where none traitor goes. I think of Prim, and the rest of my family, all gone. Thanks to accidents, and Peeta. I'm watching Peeta carefully, as he approaches the bow and arrow station. That's not his style. He picks up an arrow and a bow.
"Stop!" I cry. "You silly jerk!" Peeta ignores me and directs the bow at a dummy. Everyone's watching. He misfires and it lands, right beneath the Gamemakers. They laugh, 22 contestants laugh, and I laugh. Peeta's face is flushed with anger.
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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...
