Frozen Alive: The 10th Hunger Games

by Fire and Starlight

President Charlotte Carstairs is now the President of Panem after her mother's sudden death before the 10th Annual Hunger Games started. The President must navigate through the heartache of one's friends, hidden rebels, and a diffucult desicion to make. Meanwhile, the tributes are going through hardships, friendship and finding one's worth all through this frozen arena. SYOT Closed

10. Author's Note

I really hate like author notes in like the beginning of the story for some odd reason, but I feel like this is absolutely necessary. A lot of you may know that I suffer from anxiety and depression, and recently it took a turn to where I can't. I'm literally like so tired of even trying, being someone I'm not, and feeling like I should be positive all the time. I'm starting to get bullied because of my nickname that I like to go by and how I should just use my biological name. And on top of that, one of my old friends who I go to school with keeps saying I should be smiling and so optimistic. It's just so frustrating.

It just feels like all this is in my head and that I'm an attention seeker because of this. It's not really my fault, or it probably is since I allowed myself to be this way. The only time I feel happy is when I'm playing my flute and that like no one is judging me besides during "wolf den" which is pep rally twice a month. It's the only thing that I could feel happy instead of feeling so numb to where I can't feel anything. It's so tiring. I just want to be that girl again who was so cheerful and always had a smile on her face even though she was a bit naive not this depressed to the point where I no longer care and discovered the world never cared about anyone. I just feel like I'm drowning.

I'm going to try and like post chapters in upcoming months, but probably won't be frequent as my blog posts which ranges four-six times a week. The chapters will be long at least so maybe it will be worth it, I don't know. I NEED THE DISTRICT NINE FEMALE NOW, give me a resubmission. I don't care.

Here's a snippet so that this is legal.

Circe Ashton-Interviewer

Circe felt like she was a mistake, from being paralyzed from the waist down. It was so tough for her as she was constantly jealous of how people could walk on two legs while she would do anything to feel her own legs again. Yet, it sometimes surprised her how people were always diversed in their own way even though they talked very briefly before the tributes were rushed off the stage. Out of 216 tributes, only nine managed to come back and all of those people were facing their own demons. She could do this hopefully.

I'll see you next time whenever that may be. I won't abandon this story EVER, no matter how long it will be. This is perhaps my best story that I so far written, and I'm not giving up on it.