This is an awesome story i didnt write it some random person did its not from any of the hunger games books this story was made up but still read it
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I lay in the Meadow, flat on my back, my brother Ry is laying next to me. I stare up at the clouds. My stark grey eyes camouflaging with the fog but Ry's are a cold blue, like my fathers and stand out completely. I see a big pheasant running through the nearby woods, pick up my bow-a present from my mother for my eleventh birthday-and instinctively shoot the pheasant. “Nice shot show off" mumbles Ry then his eyes turn back to the sky. He whistles a little tune we've known forever and all the Mockingjays sing back. My mother cracks open the door of our modest one story house and calls "Ry, Thyme, come in for dinner!" "Yes mom" I sigh then i pack up my things begrudgingly, I like it much better outside for sure, grab Ry's hand and walk inside. The television is on which is rare for our home because it reminds my parents of when they were young. I don’t know what happened to them but the wont ever talk about when I ask one of them will start to cry or bubble with rage and they ask not to talk about that. I sit down on couch and get ready to watch something fun but I don’t really recognize any of the characters or actors from even the few things I’ve seen. No, this television isn't glamorous, it is bloody and sad. I reach for the remote to turn it off, but then I see two faces I recognize. Yes front and center in this bloodbath are none other than my parents.
I sit in shock for several minutes till finally I can speak "Wh…what was that?" My mother stands next to the television clutching the remote so hard I think it might burst, my father's hand across her shoulder. “We thought you needed to know soon”. “But why now? What was that terror on the screen?" "That, my father said taking a large swallow, is The Hunger Games." "And why are you two there?" "Because we got reaped." "You got WHAT?" "Chosen to go." "Oh." "So then we started a rebellion and.." My parents continued to tell their story but I still wasn’t really getting it. "Wait you guys did WHAT?" "I think it would be better to show you instead of explaining all of this." "Okay" I said trying to look unfazed for them. The television went back on and my parents and I lost ourselves in the 74th Hunger Games. "Katniss and Peeta the star crossed lovers of district 12" as they were known as by the commentator were quite emotional watching this back probably for the first time in years they would cry like when a little girl who it seemed like my mother was friends with died or they would turn red with anger such as whenever the boys or girls from something called districts 1 and 2 came on or they even smile like when the commentator said 2 people could win. "I remember that moment well" my mother said." Me too “my father grinned. "You'll always be my Girl on Fire" "And you'll be my Boy with the Bread". And with that my mother handed me a cup of tea "here sweetie this is a lot to process do you want a minute?" "Sure" I replied. The room started to spin, the screen went dark, then suddenly so did everything else.
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