So this is my version of The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins if Gale had been chosen as the male tribute, instead of Peeta, and in Gale's POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
Thanks for reading! :D
The Love Games
Prologue
Does life ever slow down?
Are there any stragglers that fall behind and have to work harder than anyone else to catch up? If you feel that you are behind, can you catch up without any problems? Or is it impossible?
Can you change the course of life if it changes drastically?
If the life you had gotten used to went crumbling down, how would you be expected to fix it? Do you sit back and let fate do its work? Do you allow life to just crush you as it passes by? Or do you fight for what you want? For your freedom?
Is it all indefinite?
Can you not change what comes at you? Do you not make your own life? Control your own fate? Could you seriously just give up, and not even try?
Just this morning, I was gallivanting through the woods with my best friend. We were happy-well, happy as one can be on Reaping day. We were having fun, we caught a good load. It was a good hunting day.
So how can that all fall apart in just a few short hours?
How can you go from happy, to having your heart crushed in your chest at just two simple things? Things such as the girl you love volunteering to take her sister's place in a death competition, and your own name being drawn for this same game?
How do you go on knowing that you and the one you love are going to die?
Short, I know, but prologues are supposed to be short-ish So enjoy, and the first chapter will be up soon! :D 3