Chapter 4
Excuses, Excuses...
Well I had to finish the tour in a wheelchair... and the doctors say that my bone won't heal until about 5 weeks or so. I moaned as we came to a screeching stop. Home at last... District 9. I took my crutches and wobbled out of the train. Penetra offered to walk me home but I refused.
I began walking stumbling around, not used to the crutches, and eventually about to break my body. I tripped on a large log and headed towards the ground. I prepared my scream but I felt no pain. I opened my eyes and looked up. It was Cole. I blushed and got back on my feet.
"Are you okay?" he asked chuckling.
"Yea, I am fine," I said sighing.
He sighed and looked at my foot. Then his eyes lit up.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?" he panicked.
I nodded with a grin on my face.
"Yea I am fine."
"So what about the games?" he asked.
From my big grin into a giant frown. The games!?? Maybe they will cut me some slack... I gulped and smiled again. I hugged Cole. He kissed my head and smiled. I like him... He would keep me alive in the games. I know he would...
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"No excuses, Ms. Schore!" President Rose laughed. "Do you really think I will let you off the hook with such a silly excuse?"
I broke my leg. What else do I need to break to not go into the games, my face?!!?! Well with my clumsiness that might happen...
"But President Rose, I can't fight or run like this," I explained pointing to my foot.
He rolled his red rat eyes and sighed. He turned around and walked towards a small red button. He pressed it with his index finger and began mumbling into it. You heard a small buzz back with more mumbling. I sighed impatiently and frustrated. He turned back to me and came close to my face. I gulped and stood my ground.
"Meet here tomorrow in the morning at 12:30 sharp. I can help you," he said simply.
I paused before walking out. I turned to him looked at him strong.
"What's the catch?"
"No catch, but a condition. Once I help you, you shall compete in the 25th Annual Hunger Games," he sad sternly.
I nodded slowly and wobbled out. Then I heard his cracked voice say, "I don't make exceptions, Ms. Schore. Don't try to pull anything on me. All you have are excuses and excuses."
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The 25th Annual Hunger Games
FanficLeena thought she was killed. She wasn't physically, but mentally. After the hard work of the 24th Hunger Games she thinks she will be mentoring poor kids for their games. Wrong... It is the first Quarter Quell and she is being killed again. There w...
