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So this is the first chapter of The Ring of Fire.
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I can't believe I actually wrote this! It's just been floating around in my head for awhile; I never thought I could write it! Ah! I'm so excited! Okay, enjoy!
There is a day where some of us hold our breath.
Some of us wait for our names to be drawn, in fear or in anticipation.
Some of us have a family that would cry if we were chosen.
Some of us have never had a family.
Some of us are excited to get our hands bloody.
Some of us are so terrified of being in the Games that we hide in a cave and wait for a gruesome death.
Some of us are targeted from the beginning of the Games.
Some of us are killed for the pack of food we have.
Some of us have parents that want to bury us when we come back in our wood coffins.
Some of us have parents that laugh when they see us get murdered.
Some of us die when the cannon booms.
Some of us don't.
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Okay, I know it's extremely short, but it leaves you hanging doesn't it? I'll be posting the tesserea forms of the tributes in the next chapters, so don't be expecting a new chapter. This is kind of like a prologue, if you will.
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What, you're expecting me to say something about the first chapter?
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Um . . . I haven't written it yet . . . read the next chapter to find out more!
You're Not Alone,
IMBECILEN
