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It's happened. You. Your name was in the reaping bowl. Your name was in the announcer's hand. Your name was uttered over the loud speakers. You. You remember numbly walking up to the platform while some people are cheering, and some people are not. Almost as if to help the effect, visions of previous Hunger Games flash through your mind. Visions of the tributes from your District before you, dying. You don't even hear your fellow District tribute's name called. Everything sounds as if it's echoing into silence. You barely remember the good byes, the drive to the station, getting on the train. That's where you are. The train, on your way to the Capitol. Where you will be flaunted around for show, then sent into an arena to die. Will you live? Will you see your family or loved one again? Will you make allies or foes? Will you be the 75th Hunger Games victor? Or will you die a bloody death on national television? Will you give up? There's only one way to find out....
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