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The Wedding

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I stand tall my head high and my chin up. My hands feel like they’re inside a playing drum, whilst my elegant pure white dress flows behind me like a leaf on a cool autumn day. Long strips of glittery material hang from my arms. Sequins of several shades of silver glimmer under the light as they run down my long sleeves. I feel like Cinderella with sparkling glass slippers enclosing my feet. The church bell rings twelve times. It’s time, I think to myself, time to get married. The grand milky doors open with a minor creak. Everyone stands as the pianoist plays a gorgeous song. I calmly parade to the rythm of the piano whilst I hold a bunch of red roses as the crimson carpet complements the crimson carpet. It’s time.

Hunger Games

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I stand tall looking at Prim, her pupils twinkle as the sun dances in her eyes. “I have to protect her,” I think to myself. “from the straving… from the games.” I put my smooth patched leatheer jacket over my broad shoulders then pick up my game bag that smells like strong blood. I push the scraped door open as it screams in age. The gravel path that leads ferom the huse to the wood crunches under my aching feet. Finally, I reach the fence covered in electrical wiring . However, the capitol says it runs everyday but i guess everyones forgotten about District Twelve. Infact we’re just like District Thirteen… Hopeless, forgotten and lost.I duck under the ‘electrical’ fence as a cool breeze nearly drags my long dark braid afloat. I look at the scene before me, District Twelve looks nothing like the woods they’re two different worlds. Greens and Browns paint a beautiful picture before me towering like they own the place, arms venture out to me like I’m some sort of creature. I approach a small apple tree that is almost twice the size of me but is still the smallest little child. I pull out my long slick bow from the hollow bark, I chose this tree to camouflauge my bow because it reminds me of Prim. Small. Sweet. Hopeless against all odds. The odds are never in our favour.