Hey this is my hunger games story, it's also being published on wattpad but I wanted to get the word out about my story so it's on here, I hope to finish it by febuary, hope you enjoy.
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What would happen if katniss had died after the 74th games. Fast forward to just before the 80th games, most train at academy's, the prizes have been amped up. But no one volunteers anymore.
Meet hazel azure- 16, strong, determined and a killing machine. One off district 4's finest. What happens when she gets picked for the games. She has to act completely different to how she is. She was to smile and act sweet and innocent, what happens when district 4's other tribute reave gets in the way for her plan.
Side kick, punch, swipe kick to the head.
Side kick, punch, swipe kick to the head
Side kick, punch, swipe kick to the head
That's Imprinted in my brain. I just keep on kicking the life out of the dummy. Over and over again. That what I learn at the academy, how to fight. People say I'm the best, some say I could win if I get chosen. I've never been a fan of the games but I still train so that if I get chosen.
A lot of things have changed since 6 years ago in the 74th hunger games, I was only 10 When I had watched it and it was my first games. Seeing how much peeta loved katniss but I could tell katniss's love was fake. After they both won, just before the victory tour she had mysteriously died.
After seeing not 1 but 2 tributes from an outline district won it gave the other districts hope of winning, so the capital raised the winning amount and the districts made academy's for some kids my age to train and to make killing machines. The academy's are still not as good as the career districts but we actually stand a chance now. It's quite funny how one girl can change a whole country.
I grabbed my knife jacket and strapped it on. I walked over to the targets, I unsheathed 2 knifes and pelted them at the targets and hitting a bullseye at both targets. (Just remember how clove was hitting the targets in the training centre.) I hit a few more targets all hitting bullseye once again. The door opened and a boy from my class- reave walked in.
He walked over and looked at the targets I had hit, "Woah, I would hate to get in your way." He laughed.
"Bullseye every time is my motto" I said with a smirk. I unstrapped my knife vest, put it away and grabbed the knifes from the targets. "Just getting some practice in before tomorrow."
"Me to, I'm sure you won't get picked anyway."
"If I do it's not like anyone will volunteer." I said.
I remember after katniss and peeta and she died. No one volunteers anymore. The only person who volunteered in the 75th games was a career from 1 and he was one of the first to die. I guess after the 74th everyone got the memo that the games aren't fun to play.
"I'm going to go, good luck and may the odds be ever in your favour. bye." I said in a British accent.
"Bye." He said
I walked home. I though about the academy and how after the 74th games they made the academy's. It costs a lot of money to go into, It's even harder when your parents save most of there money for you go be enrolled. My parents did that I guess it's better to know that if your children get chosen they actually have a chance at winning. After 6 years of being enrolled I can say I can easily take down a grown man with no weapons, throw a knife and hit a bullseye every time from 50 meters away and can shoot a bulls eye from 100 meters away. All I can say is that now most people know how to fight it's way more harder to win the hunger games.
I walked into my house and changed into shorts and a tank top. I went to bed and fell asleep. I'm going to need lots of rest for tomorrow's emotion roller coaster they call a reaping.