DISCLAIMER
ME:AS YOU ALL PROBABLY KNOW I DO NOT OWN THE FRIKIN HUNGER GAMES
I stared in shock at the large flat screen TV. There had been an uprising in district three. That's why no one came to visit. The screen changed from a reporter to a video tape of the wreckage. Concrete chunks lay randomly on the floor. Metal beams twisted metal sticking out. Things on fire. Bodies of people in white sheets lining the town square. "Oh MY God!" I whispered. A zoom in shot came of the white sheeted bodies. They looked like ghosts. With Red splotches on the sheets. I turned to Willoe and she was crying. I didn't know what to do being only 13 id never even had a girlfriend. I tried to comfort her by wrapping my arms around her. "Thanks," she mumbled through tears. People were running around on screen screaming. A dead peacekeeper lay on the steps of town hall. "An estimated 400 people were killed!" the reporter said loudly. I looked at my former home. In ruins. And me. I cried. Me and Willoe sat there for what seemed like an eternity in each others arms. Next thing I new it was morning. Light streamed through the tinted windows of the train car. I lay on the Fushia couch arms still around Willoe. I opened my blood shot eyes. This was really happening