I, Marina

by SapphireOceans

Don't pity me. I don't want pity. I just want you to remember that I am not a pawn in a game of chess to be disposed of at will. I am myself. I will not give up. Because I survive or I die fighting. My name is Marina. I'm 12 years old. This is my story.

1. PROLOGUE

The prologue of my new story, I hope you enjoy it! Please review, I love to get peoples input!

(Okay, I'm going through my story and making some changes, because Persephones Flower bought to my attention that Marina's turning into a Mary-Sue. So I'd like to thank her for taking the time to PM me with suggestions to help me improve, and I'd like to thank her for her honesty.)

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Prologue

It's strange, the way things change. I used to be a sweet, bubbly girl who lived with her brother. Now I'm a killer. Another thing that's strange is the thoughts that come into your head at the most inappropriate times. Like now for instance. I can remember everything. My whole life is passing before my eyes, scene by scene. Every moment. All the happiness, the hurt, the tears, the laughter. All the games I played with my brother when we were younger, the songs he sang me when I cried, the way he kissed my grazed knees better. The best brother anyone could ever want. And the worst mother. But I try not to think about her, not anymore. Not since the reaping. Thoughts of her only bring me down. And I need happy thoughts. I need to think about my brother. I need to think about my happy memories. And as I kneel on the floor of the arena, soaked in blood, I need to think of winning; because that's the only way I can get back to him.

It's funny how things change. But that is what the Hunger Games do. Change you. Because if you don't change, you die.

My name is Marina Trewren. I am twelve years old. This is my story.