The people in the Capitol say I have no chance at wining this game. But if I just close my eyes, Picturing District 11 before me, the meadow, the crops, my brothers and sisters, and lastly my parents, but then I open my eyes and I take a look at my surroundings and I realize that it was all a dream. Thresh and I are no longer in our home District but we were in some arena in the Capitol, fighting for our lives each second of the day for the entertainment of the Capitol. I haven't seen Thresh since the Games have started and I hope I never do. I could never kill him, I would never be able to live with the guilt of killing someone, knowing that the person you kill will never see their family again or grow up and get married. My plan wasn't to win; but to simply beat the odds, placed upon me. I was only 12, for crying out loud, no sponsor would support me, I am just a tiny, weapon less little girl, and from District 11;an outline district. I fall asleep to the lullaby of the Mockingjays in the distant. This is just the beginning of my journey.
AN :
Hey so this is my first story, I have made some corrections and added some more things, so don't forget to REVIEW. :)
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