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Burning Still Burning

Burning Still Burning

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Hunger Games
Katniss Everdeen, the girl that was on fire, burns on. She has survived the Hunger Games, the Quarter Quell and the rebellion. Nearly two years later, she hopes for a new start, still struggling to recover from the death of her beloved sister Prim. Everyone works together in order to put the rubbel of Panem back together. Paylor is president, but are the Games really over? Memories from Katniss and Peeta's past come to haunt them today. Even with the threat of Snow now gone. Will they find the strength to survive once again, or will they break apart?
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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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