Descendant

Descendant

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Parker was the quiet one, the one everybody over looked, so she didn't expect to be called for the reaping of the 95th hunger games.She couldn't wrap her head around how she got picked. She was invisible, in her all black jeans, hoodie and combat boots. She was unnoticeable. No one knew her, but they knew her face. They thought they knew her. That's why she wears a hoodie. She found herself hating mirrors. Even though it's only her second time seeing one. They didn't have many in district 13. They didn't have much of anything she thought to herself with a smirk, but it was soon replaced with a grimace. She was remembering her reaping.
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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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