Disclaimer: Hey guess what? I own the Hunger Games! *person walks up and whispers something into ear* Oh. Actually, I don't. *sigh*
I climb onto the platform and await the next tribute. Then, as if they planned it, everyone there gives me the finger.
WELL.
Ffieay picks the boy tribute using a different technique.
"All right, I'm picking a number between 1-1000. Each of you must pick a number.
A boy with blonde hair steps up. "24.960732518," he says.
"Ding ding ding! That's the exact number. The male tribute is Peeta Bellark!"
Oh no. Not him. I know that guy.
Flashback
I just won the lottery, but I felt like searching other people's trash cans. I went to the baker's trash first. I opened the lid.
"SURPRISE!" Out jumped a character from Sesame Street. I slammed the lid in disgust.
I checked all the trash cans, but found nothing else. I was walking home, when Peeta pushed me on the ground. He started laughing, but then started screaming when I stabbed him in the foot.
End of Flashback
Wait, actually now I like this combo. I can finish what I started. Yay!
The mayor stands up again and says a speech while all the spectators walk away, talking and handing over cash. Meanwhile, we, the tributes, are led by Rioters to the Criminal Building.
Ok, so this was a little short. I'm just trying to fit the format of the original book. I'll write more if you click the button right…
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