Set Fire to the Rain [A Hunger Games FanFic]

'"Did you know no snowflake is the same?" I asked Quinn. He glanced up at me slowly, "Yes... Almost like us."

I tilted my head in confusion and Quinn sighed sharply, as though he were talking to an idiot. "We all used to be the same, do the same things. Eat, sleep, walk, talk. But being here has changed us... and not for the better"

I stared at him. Never had I heard him be so deep, and he sounded almost... sad. I glanced away from his sharp gaze, and started drawing names in the snow...

ELANA
JAMES
QUINN
VINCENT

"You do know he's most likely dead." Quinn's word were harsh and sharp, like a dagger through the heart. I hastily wiped away tears from my cheek that I hadn't felt fall.

"Hmmm." I hummed a reply, not daring to talk, knowing my voice would show my feelings.'

It's the 100th anniversary of the Hunger Games, and that means a special game... on a deserted island with no way of getting home.... unless you get killed.