The Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark POV
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  • LECTURAS 2,198
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  • Partes 13
  • Hora 1h 0m
Continúa, Has publicado mar 27, 2014
Effie Trinket bobbles forward. Trying to get things back on track she says “What an exciting day! Now it’s time for the boy tribute!” She crosses to the other side of the stage with a similar sparkling glass bowl. She wiggles her fingers a little then grabs the first envelope she touches. She almost runs back to the microphone when she opens the paper slip and announces “Peeta Mellark.”    I stand there, dumbfounded as the boys around me look my way. I look up at Katniss and see that her mouth is opened as if she is surprised at this. I step forward and maneuver my way around some of the younger boys. When I finally reach the edge of my age line the Peacekeepers form a strong huddle around me and begin to march me to the stage like a pig for slaughter.
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✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳ ☑COMPLETED✳✳✳✳✳☑COMPLETED ✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳ We all know what's coming and no one likes it. At this moment my heart should be pounding and my palms should be sweaty, but they're not. I simply want to know whose name she holds in her hands."Rue Olgilby!" She reads in a clear voice that rings out with finality.Five seconds, I command myself; you get five seconds to digest this.One... I'm going to the Hunger Games.Two... I'm so glad I wrote those notes.Three... What is my family going to do?Four... How do I tell them goodbye?Five... Take a deep breath, and just get on the stage.My thoughts don't show a resounding sense of fear. The only thing I feel is carefully balanced acceptance-at my impending death-and fight-to show everyone that, though I'm only twelve, I can still stay alive-until someone kills me. ©®™✓