Don't Forget Me

Don't Forget Me

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Two siblings were drawn in the reaping. One had a plan to keep the other alive and for them to win the game while the other made him promise if it came down to it to choose him over her, but he loved her too much to let that happen. And that is how Cilla Steele became the winner of the 68th Hunger Games, by love. She had promised him one night during training that if only one of them made it out the other would still talk about them- tell others they were one there too, making sure no one ever forgot them. Marjorie Baird was a sight to behold, most compared her to a butterfly, starting out as a small caterpillar outside the district to flying around it aweing others with her beauty. It wasn't surprising to others that when her cousins name was called she volunteered to take her place. What had surprised them was that she won. All of this comes burning down after 58 years of waiting for the match to be thrown. A revolution unveils lies from years ago and uncovers truths never told.
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Every one know the story of how my older sister, Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, and her fellow tribute, Peeta Mellark, won The Hunger Games. This is my story, when I, Primrose Everdeen, was picked to compete in the 76th Hunger Games. ~~~~ I was reaped once, for the 74th annual Hunger Game. I was 12, my first year being entered. My sister promised me nothing would go wrong, even gave me a mockingjay pin to protect me. We both went to the reaping, and my name was pulled. Let me just say, the odds were not in my favor. Katniss volunteered. I screamed and begged her not to go, but she did, for me. She protected me. Like the mockingjay pin, she was my mockingjay. It;s been five years since then, I’m 17 now. I’ve learned how to throw knives, hunt and climb trees, in fear of being reaped. Sure enough, the day of reaping comes around and I’m reaped. My best friend, Rory Hawthorne, volunteers for his younger brother. My Best Friend. Me. Fighting. To. The. Death. I can’t. I can’t hurt him. Why? Because I love him. All rights reserved ® 2014 mikaylal

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