The Hunger Games: Creating Evil

The Hunger Games: Creating Evil

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If I'm not caring about my old life anymore, then I might as well get my biggest life dream out of the way. I pull completely away from his embrace, and look up into his eyes. They are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, before I can change my mind, or even think at all I lean up, close my eyes, and press my lips against his for the first time. Fire erupts through my soul, and pours out of every possible exit. My spine tingles with delight, at the feel of him, as his chest is pressed tightly against me.
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'She grabs hold of my face, caresses my shabby cheeks with her soft hands “Don’t worry I will be back at midnight.” And kisses me. It’s like a jet wave burying itself from by lips deep into the bed of my skin; It feels like electricity is rushing all around my body and I don’t want it to stop. But it does. And before I can break out one last word, she’s gone.' This is the story of what happened to Peeta after the lightning strike and at the capitol. Hope you enjoy! :) (I do not own the hunger games- I sadly am not Suzanne Collins)

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