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Mike was curled up on the large couch of his train car. He was reading one of old newspapers that he had brought with him. The young child was hoping to pick up on something about the old Hunger Games, to try to prepare himself. But, each year they were different. Still, he would rely on his keen ability to hide and climb. He had his strategy all planed out: Once he got into the arena, Michael would run off. If some pack or knife was in his way, he would grab that, unless someone was chasing him. He really wanted to find a dagger or two. He could kill anything that he wanted with that.
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Skyler was sobbing by the window. It was sunny out, sure, but her tears were like the way it happens only when someone you love dies. She missed he mom, she missed her dad. She even missed the annoying boy across the street. For all she knew, she was dead. Gone for. The only thing she could hope for was that Kent, the other tribute, would make it out okay. He was 18, so he should do somewhat good. Right? Why me? Why not, why not someone else? Sky thought, then immediately regretted it. She should be glad it was not her younger sister who was picked. Right?
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Sarah was sleeping. Bt, she was dreaming, too. Her thoughts were of chess, her favorite game from back home. She was just looking at the white side. The King was ___________ (guy who interviews the contestants, who wears the star suit with the lights...*), and the queen was Effie. The bishops happened to be her mentors. She and all the other tributes were the pawns. The knights were the game-makers. The rooks were her mother and father. It was the strangest dream. The rooks were frantically trying to save their children, as the pawns fought each other. To the death. The king and queen looked on disdainfully, sometimes butting in, but not to much. The knights were trying to force pawns together so that they'd eliminate each other. The bishops waiting, watching, and hoping for the best. Oddest thing was, thats a lot like the hunger games.
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Paul sat stiff-jawed in the train car, staring out the window. He was angry at the capital for even thinking of trying to send his little sister to the games. He knew that he should apologize to the other District 7 girl. She had probably just thought she was getting off after Gracie (little sister) was picked. then her name was called. Paul got up, and walked down the train a car to get to Delilah Mosstres' room. He knocked on the door, ignoring the doorbell, and ran his hand nervously through his hair. He cracked his knuckles, but not menacingly, just as she opened the door. Paul didn't know how to start. So he stuck out his hand, and said, "Hi. I just wanted to apologize. For pretty much making you come to the games."
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Mist was almost hyperventilating. She, little girl who was barely 12, was drawn for the hunger games. She had her name in the drawing once. Only once. She knew that she would not make it. But, she'd stay in for as long as possible. How? By using her innocence to gain sponsors. She hoped her stylist would make her beautiful. God knew she needed it.
* What is that guys name? I am going blank now, thank you very much.
Oh, I hope it was okay that Paul went over to Delilah.
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