Disclaimer: the author of the hunger games is Suzanne Collins
Chapter 1: Nightmare
"Watch out!" I hear a boy yell at me. I stop and turn around to see who yelled, but no one is there. I look to my right and my left and up and see nothing; 'how the hell is this happening' I think to myself. I turn around and there is a pale white person in front of me, I fall on my ass and scoot back, fearing for my life. His eyes are icy blue and his smile is devilish. He walks to me and I raise my arms up in defense; I feel him grabbing my shirt and lifting me up as tears fall my cheek. His laugh is almost Demonic, he opens his mouth and I see thousands of razor sharp teeth
"Die bitch" he raises his hand I see not nails, but claws.
"Wake up Angel!" my girlfriend screams. My eyes fly open and I tackle her, crying into her chest.
"What's wrong baby" She says with a soothing tone.
"I mad the mane ream gain." I say in her shirt. She looks at me confused and laughs.
"You mean you had the same dream again?" She says, kissing the top of my head.
"Hat I Sid" I reply
"Well when you say it and your mouth is covered it sounds like something else." she laughs. I look up and smile, kissing her lips. She blushes and smiles back.
"What was that for?" she ask.
"For being the best girlfriend ever. " I reply
"Well thank you baby, and happy valentine's day." She says, kissing my cheek "Any who, get ready for the reaping baby"
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I close my eyes and think.
My name is Angel I am 12 years old,
My mother died giving birth to me,
My father is an abusive drug addict,
I have a wonderful girlfriend name Shelby,
And I have a mental illness no one but Shelby knows about.
A/NHello readers, I hope you like the introduction of my story and yes I know I took Suzanne Collins idea but I think it would go well for this story.
Everyone say thank you to King Kubar for being my beta reader.