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The Beginning Of The Star Crossed Lovers
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Ongoing, First published Nov 17, 2014
Chapter 1 
It was the morning right when prim started to scream."It's gonna be me," prim said softly to Katniss. "Oh prim your name has only been entered 1 time, and trust me it won't be you" Katniss said. Once prim had calmed down, Katniss had sung the meadow song. "Deep in the meadow, under the willow." Katniss had then said to prim, " I gotta go". Prim was curious where Katniss was going to go, but Katniss didn't say a thing. "I will be back, I promise you." "I love you". It was still in the mid morning, Katniss had suspected. But that didn't matter to her. She was hoping to get a good animal to sell tonight. Once she had gotten her bow she realized she was being watched. She then knew from a distance it was gale. She was looking face to face right at a deer."Hey catnip good luck with that one". Katniss wasn't listening to gale and she focused on the deer. She then got him right in the heart and picked the deer up.
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Fancy

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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.