The 80th Hunger Games

by BookAddictForLife

"We can't do this. One of us is going to die in these games, if not both of us," I say. It's silent for a moment, and then he slowly looks up at me. "Then let's live the life we have left. Let's make it last," he says. And I can't help but agree.

10. Thoughts

Next Chapter! Enjoy! Oh, and since I never said this, I do not own The Hunger Games. (Duh!) This is in Adrian's POV.

I head back to my room, a little confused. Her words echo in my head. 'I volunteered. For a friend.' It makes me think she's had it rough, having to not only take care of herself, but her friend as well. I had known her and Emily were friends. They were always together. But I guess I never really realized that they cared so much for each other; that they would give their life up for each other. I reach my room and sit on the edge of the bed. I feel trapped, like there's no way out, and in a way, I guess that's true. She was upset, and it wasn't just because she was in the Hunger Games. We should have never moved here, I think to myself. We should have stayed in Puerto Rico. I miss my mom and dad, and even my sister. I miss my dog, too. I'm not usually one to sulk, but I can't imagine not ever coming home, having to kill children just like me if I want to stay alive. I lay back on the bed and cry, cry because it's the only thing I can think of. Whatever happens, I have to stay strong, I tall myself. And I have to protect Everbloom. She doesn't deserve to die. I'll help her to win, even if that means I'll never come home.

Sorry this was so short. It was kind of a filler chapter. I promise the next one will be longer. Ah, Adrain. I think I might have made him more emotional than he is. Oh, and this story has over 100 reviews! That's awsome guys/gals! Keep reviewing! Thanks.