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This is a new fanfic basically my version of the hunger games with a few same chars and story plot.

So basically Im stealing.

ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE GODDESS SUZANNE COLLINS.

Same POV (Katniss)

Many years ago, in the country of Panem, a war broke out. A rebellion. A war. The war was won by those known as the Capitol, and they organised a annual event. The Hunger Games. Two people, a boy and a girl, from each district, are picked to go into the Hunger Games. I should say 'reaped'. But whats the difference? From the ages of 12 - 18 , you're life will always be in danger. Just like mine is... Gales, Prims, and about 800 other people. Thats why I have to be careful. But to be honest, the odds are deffinetly NOT in my favour.

I wake up, a cold chill running up my spine, to hear my sister Prim screaming. I jump out of bed, ignore a hiss from our cat buttercup, and run to her room. I see the tears streaming down her face and I wrap my arms around her.

"Its okay Prim, it was only a dream..." I whisper. I try to reasure her, that she will not be picked today, even though the fear was still in the back of my head.

"Sing.." she whispers through her tears. I lay her into bed, and sing the lullaby our father used to sing to us as children.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your eyes

And when they open, the sun will rise

Here it's safe, and here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet-

-and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

I feel her sleep in my arms, and I slowly let her lie back down. I look out the window, and sigh. Reaping day. The most feared day of the year...

Damn the Capitol

DAMN THEM TO HELL.

I sighed and walked into the living room, picking my dads hunting jacket off the hook, next to the picture of him. He died a long time ago. A mining accident as a matter of fact. Same with my friends father. My father taught me to hunt Game, a delicate thing. We had no choice, we would have been dead in a week. Thank god I can trade at a place called the Hob for money. We would've been dead if I hadn't.

I pull on my boots and walk out, the smell of bones, fire, and coal seep into me as I make my way to the fence that holds off District twelve from where district 13 used to be. It was bombed durin the rebelion.

I step out through the gaps in the fence. It hasn't be electrified for as long as I can remeber. I walk over to a hollow tree and pull out a wooden bow, and a sheath of 32 arrows. I position the arrow inside the bow, and start walking through the woods. I hear a noise.

A deer...

I go to shoot it, when suddenly I hear a voice. I freeze, fear ripping through me.

Was I caught?

If I am..

I'll be dead before the reaping could try to...

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