Author's Note: Apparently, there has been some confusion on my gender. I. Am. A. Guy. If it's not perfectly clear.
Author's Note: Thanks Hinata796 for beta-ingingthingy
Disclaimer: You know those planes that write messages in the sky? Well there was this plane that I saw the other day that wrote: Iamawesomerthanyou16 does not own the Hunger Games!
For a moment, the cameras hold on Peeta's downcast eyes as what he says sinks in. Then I can see my face, mouth half open in a mix of surprise and protest, magnified on every screen as I realize, Oh my god! He has a pimple! I take a bowl of water and throw it at Peeta. "Wash your face!"
"Yeah you *censored* piece of *censored*. Wash your face!" says Caesar.
"No! The interviews are over! The writer doesn't want to write about this crap! He wants to skip right to the games!"
"Peeta's right for the first and only time in his life," booms a voice. "So I will do what I want."
The world is shifting! Suddenly, I'm in an arena, dazzled with sunlight, wind and pine trees.
"Man-ladies and lady-mans, let the something-number-which-I-forgotst-nd-rd-th Hunger Games begin!"
So it's short. I know. I'll write longer paragraphs if you press the button right…
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