I know I have the disadvantage. I going against the boy from 6, and he's heavy. I wonder if he will come along today. I go close to the open space, hoping to see him come. He does. From behind, he has crept up on me, and I know I'm dead. For sure. He ties me up, and throws me into the Cornucopia. I hear him climb up the Cornucopia and the trumpets blare. I lost.
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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...
