(Hi! This is my book.
...Obviously.
Let's get to the point, this is the introduction, so no romance. I like lots of chapters in books like this. So, please do enjoy!)
Celeste broke into a cold sweat when she was picked for the games. The Hunger Games. The gams where people stabbed eachother to death. The game where there can only be one survivor in a group of 24 people. She was currently in the train that would take her to the wretched Capitol. The last thing she could ever want. But Celeste tried to make herself think positive. She had a pretty, no, a beautiful voice. The voice that people would die for. However, that voice also put the listening in different situations. The words became quite literal to people who listened. For example, she sang a song about how she wish her dad and mom would get back together, and what do you know, a little biy who listened had his parents come back together and they lived happily ever after. Unlike Celeste. She was about to die...or maybe not? Hopefully not, at least.
(How was that for a beginning? Was it good? Bad? Who knows? Please review!)
