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Fanfic
Hunger Games
katniss is a poor girl from town 12 who works in king Joseph Mellark kingdom of the Capitol in Zander as one if his personal main servants with her best friend Madge Undersee. One day the king announces a masquerade ball for prince Peeta, his youngest son to find a young rich wife to seal his throne rights and rule the kingdom since the king is stepping down. So Madge begs her to go, not being able to say no, katniss finds her self dancing with peeta not knowing it was him. When she finds out who she was dancing with katniss realizes that she has fallen in love with peeta and vice versa.But the queen makes it clear that she doesn't want her son to marry katniss. Everyone thinks that it because she is a maid but the right reason is, because katniss is the long lost princess of Zander but her and her parent got kicked out when peeta's family sent soliders to murder them 20 yrs ago. Would they fight through to keep there love or give up??
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Fancy

When people see me walking down the street, they call me names. Whore, Slut, you name it. It's not my fault I was thrown out at eighteen by my mother and the only person kind enough to take me in was Cashmere Brooks, the owner of the ever popular Trackerjacker Gentlemen's Club. Being a dancer wasn't my first plan. But the money made waitressing just isn't worth the constant fondling from the patrons. So I was forced to dance. I will admit that the money is good. But what good is money when you're dead inside. But then I just remind myself that it's not me on that stage, but a person I don't even know. On that stage I'm no longer Katniss Everdeen, the scared eighteen year old who just last month didn't have enough money to feed myself. On that stage I'm an unknown face. On that stage, they call me Fancy.

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