The one hundredth hunger games

The one hundredth hunger games

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Hunger Games
"Wait! Wait! congratulations to the seventy-fourth annual hunger games!" Large smiles spread across the faces of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. But it is too late. The berries have done their job. They collapse on the ground. Ladies and gentlemen there is no victor for the seventy-fourth hunger games. everything stays the same. there is no rebellion. there is no hope. life continues for all of the districts. This story is about the life of a girl in district four, fishing.
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In what used to be North America, the proud country of Panem now stands. The rulers from the Capitol hold a televised survival competition in which one male and one female between the ages of twelve and eighteen are reaped to fight to to death in an arena designed to be as deadly as the tributes, themselves. This game is forever known as The Hunger Games. Peeta Mellark, District Twelve's Baker's son, has been, madly in love with his companion, Katniss Everdeen, since the small age of five. Ever since tragedy gave him enough courage to ask for her hand, the unspeakable happens. Katniss's little sister, Primrose, is reaped for the death sentence. Peeta watches helplessly as his lover volunteers to take her place in the Games. Soon after, Peeta is reaped himself. He knows that only one will come out alive: someone smart, determined, and strong enough. And it would be his love. It had to be. This is my verson of The Hunger Games, originally writen by Suzanne Collins.

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