"The victors of the 75th Hunger Games are Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen"
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" Peeta, Peeta wake up," I shake Peeta awake.
"What? What's going on?" he asks, whipping away the sleep from his eyes.
"We're back in Twelve," I tell him.
"We're home."
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The memories are so clear to me, how can I ever forget them? I was foolish for telling Peeta that. There is no home for us. When we got off the train there was no crowd, no applause, no cheering.
Not this time.
People didn't welcome us like they had the first time. Why would they? We're not heroes, nor are we survivors. We're the capitals toy, they're doll. I hate myself for falling into Snow's hands. I'm his puppet. That's all I am. That's all what Peeta is.
Loyal puppets
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The Hanging Tree
FanfictionBOOK 1 The Games Never Ended The Rebellion Never Happened And Katniss? She's Stuck In The Games ••• Katniss Everdeen faces her third year in the games. The Capital never kidnaped Peeta. District 12 was never destroyed. Will The Girl On Fire Be...
