I sit on my bed, arms wrapped around my knees. Beetee was right, I was stupid. Rebellious. Reckless. Stupid.
And my stupidity will definitely hurt me. It won't be like failing a test, where your mom might yell at you for a while, and then she'll move on. Maybe they'll let you re-take it. Maybe you'll do better the next couple times, and cancel out that bad grade.
But this isn't a test. This isn't school. This isn't a stupid game. It's a Hunger Games, the worst game you can play. Because there can only be one winner, and all the other players die terrible deaths. Because most people are there because there were picked, not because they wanted to play. Because when you mess up in this game, you can't try again. There is no re-take. There isn't another game to win after. Because if you lose, you're dead. If you win, you're scarred forever. And that's just how it is.
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No Regrets (a Hunger Games Fan Fiction)
FanfictionWhen Cynthia Jones volunteers in the place of her best friend for the 67th Annual Hunger Games, she doesn't have any regrets. But when she enters the arena, that all changes. She's forced to do things she may regret for the rest of her days.
