I Can't (A Hunger Games Fanfiction)

I Can't (A Hunger Games Fanfiction)

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What if you were reaped for the Hunger Games? Would you kill others? Would you hide? Would you fight? Would you die? Would you live? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi, I'm Elena Callaway. I'm fifteen years old and today is the Reaping. What if my younger brother or I was reaped? Would our mother survive this after my father's death twelve years ago? Would we survive? Then, my name is called. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All rights to the Games belongs to Suzanne Collins. All I wrote was the characters and plot.
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"Would you not do that, Cupcake?" He moaned. "Cupcake, really? We escalated to pet names?" I said annoyed. "Well you haven't confirmed your name, so yeah." He responded getting up. "Fine if it means you'll stop calling me Cupcake, my name's Marie." I told him. "Good to know Cupcake." He smirked. I just rolled my eyes and turned back towards the classroom. "Hey does it look like I was done talking to you?" "Does it look like I care?" I asked turning back to the classroom. ------------------------------------ People think I am a normal girl. That's not how I would describe it. My dad was a CIA agent, before he died when I was 10. He trained me so, I can take care of my mom and I. I thought I wouldn't have anymore issues. I wouldn't need to live in fear of someone trying to hurt us. But then when I came home from school my mom was gone. The only thing there was a letter. MY MOM WAS KIDNAPPED! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just moved to a small rich town in Tennessee. I just wanted to finish Junior year and not have to worry about how my dads job could effect me. I never expected to run straight into the schools bad boy. Let's just say he had no idea who he was messing with.

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