The Hunger Games Club
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u know now that I think about my life before the games I realize how much I hate myself then and now know who I’ve killed and what I could have done to save them.

In district one we’re known as the careers, I guess because we’re built up to fight in the games unlike the districts far below us.

The dag of the reaping is the worst, people panic and forget to train, I don’t take my chances, and dad complains that I practice too much, that the mayor’s daughter should be doing other things, mayor’s daughter duties.

But honestly I’d rather fight to the death than wear a dress and stand...
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For a fraction of a second, I get to look at Peeta one last time. I have always been the tightest of vrienden with him, and I know he's incredibly brave and charming and all-around good, but honestly, what chance does someone from District 12 have against a Career Tribute living in the lap of luxury, with excellent professional training? They have trained to do this their whole life, and where they come from, volunteering to be a tribute is an immense honor.
I thrust that out of my mind and decide to maybe talk to his parents. In a way, Peeta's dad is my father figure. I was eleven when my father...
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