Precautions Of Being A Victor

by Alarming To The Senses

I wasn't careful enough. I was reckless. They robbed me of my innocence, but he robbed me of my heart. Was I too obvious? Was I a weak prey? I should know better now, but I don't. These are the precautions of being a victor. Sequel to: You Can't Be Too Careful.

I have finally made the sequel! Sorry for keeping ya'll waiting, and this chapter is definitely not worth it. My Hunger Games fad ended months ago! No need to worry though, I promise to finish this story before 2014. Let's go New Year's Resolutions!

I do not own anything besides Hannah and her ENORMOUS family.

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"Good morning," I greeted my family drowsily.

"Good afternoon," Amaysia corrected.

"Good evening," Carrie joked.

"Good night!" Angelina laughed.

I laughed along with her.

Having a big family does have it's perks.

Especially if you're the Hunger Game's Victor.

"Hannie, could you get my tea?" Amaysia asked.

I passed the blazing mug across the counter.

"Carrie, have you and Matthew kissed?" Angelina asked.

"Ange!" Carrie shouted.

"Shh!" Brett exclaimed, obviously still sleeping with his eyes open.

I drowned them out, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

I better cherish the time home while I've got it.

The Victory Tour is in a week.

Hell is coming.