The Hunger Games- Foxface
"Wheeeheey. Foxy's in the games!" I blink. Foxy. That's what they call me. Foxface. The shout came from the boys' section of the reaping, from a boy I know as Tederick Downing.
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"Wheeeheey. Foxy's in the games!" I blink. Foxy. That's what they call me. Foxface. The shout came from the boys' section of the reaping, from a boy I know as Tederick Downing.
An island - once known as Great Britain, District 01-175, 17th March 2035 He tossed and turned as his brain brought waves of nausea and sickening memories crashing around his head like a tsunami.
This was once a country, Yet now it's just a shell, Humanity has broken, Now not unlike hell. What happens when there's nothing. Just ash and smog, no air.
Again I was at my mirror. My matching black unitard to Neipa fit snugly unlike hers. You could tell we were sisters by our facial features but other than that we look nothing alike.
Pounding heart. Syringe in my sweaty hand. I close the elevator gate, no turing back now. It starts up with a creak and begins rattling its way down the dim shaft.
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Back on the first day in this place I may have smiled, I know better now. Smiling is a waste of energy, and a waste of hope. We only smile now to hide the searing pain each breath causes.
Inspired by several books that I've read, that I can't really remember the names of. "You can't do this!" The last words I spoke before they took me away. How wrong I was.
Hi. Um I'm Edelweiss. I know, who would name their child Edelweiss, no one really. I chose it myself. You see my dad is dead and my mother's a whore. I don't know absolutely anything about her.
It's the 22nd of July,. Year 2032,. The stocks are low, the prices high,. We don't know what to do,. There's floods and quakes,. In every town,. It's World War 3,. We're falling down,.
Betsy looked into the mirror. It'd been a week since she'd been selected as a maintainer. Not that she really could complain.
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I'm a 19 year old girl. You probably don't want to know but it's my birthday tomorrow, the 25th of December. To many of you that is Christmas day but we don't have Christmas here, not anymore...
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I'm going to tear up the rule book Watch as the pages blow down wind Resting at the heels of a child Who only reads the first and last pages Now she's going to run for president Wants to preach...
Restraint. How long we've been held. How long we've just waited. For you to see fit. That we don't need to be negated. But I know you won't dare. Let us go free. For we are your entertainment.
I played a few more chords and plucked the last string, so that the note was prolonged inviting my audience to stop cheering and listen.
Chapter 10 All eyes were fixed on me apart from Fortis' eyes. He had them scrunched up waiting for the bullet to hit his chest. "Keep him alive.
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Hi this is a Hunger Games blog as you probably guessed by the title.This is a bit about a selection of characters from the books.
After breakfast the next morning, Finbar drags Lilibeth and I to the Remake Centre, in preparation for the opening ceremony. There, we meet our stylists.
As I walked through the gates I saw people everywhere, going about their duties even though it was still early in the day.