Chapter 3

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It's been 4 years now I'm 17 and I'm officially an archer. The song is my one and only, Uncle Reid is suppose to be meeting me here but for some reason I don't see him. I heard him singing the song from afar but, nothing. "Hey that song is a violation against the capital your coming with us!" I hear voices on the other side of the fence. I crouch through and go to my favorite stream. I sit down to see on the hill, My Uncle getting hanged on my favorite tree. I start to cry and now I will sing that song every time I pass a stream, I run back to my home feeling weak inside. I sit down underneath a tree and it starts to rain I feel light headed and hungry. I noticed something I was outside a bakery, and there was a boy with burnt toast getting lectured by his mom to throw it to the pigs. I looked at him and I saw anger. I knew he could see me. The next thing I know he throws me a burnt sliced bread. He went back inside the bakery while I was eating it, I couldn't catch why he would do such a thing. At least I got food. This day is the worst and it's all from the stream, the boy, and The Capital.

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