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So this is a short story i'm going to write the first paragraph or so and tell me if you'll read it.
Chapter 1 (Rue Prim Mellark)
My name is Rue Prim Mellark. I am 7 years old and I like to dance, i dance in the meadow while my mommy cries in Daddies lap.
But there are mean things people say about mommy and daddy, they say she has killed and daddy watched her. They say she is crazy because she wakes up screaming, and daddy is mad because he has bad day dreams. I dont think so but I try to ask.
"Why does mommy have nightmares?" I ask daddy.
"Because of the games," He says.
"What games? I like games," I say, he smiles and picks me up.
"Honey, the games Mommy plays are not fun," I try not to be disappointed. I have heard about a time when kids were killed. Those were bad times. I think that those times were called the hunger times. My mommy is sometimes scary, like when she bats at invisible bugs or when she runs away from me.
My name is Rue Prim Mellark. I am 7 years old and i like to dance.
Chapter 2 (Gale Haymitch Mellark)
My name is Gale Haymitch Mellark. I am 6 years old and I like to paint, i paint pictures while mommy and daddy watch.
Rue sometimes tells me about mean thing people say at her. She doesn't tell mommy or daddy but she tells me. I paint her a picture using blue and red paint but it turns into purple. She says she loves it but I know she doesn't. I ask mommy about daddy and how come he screams and grabs a chair.
"He is just having flashbacks of the game," She says looking like she will cry again. I give her a hug and ask "What games?"
"There were once games that no one liked to play," she says.
"Oh, but why does daddy have fashbaks?"
"Because me and him both played those games,"
My name is Gale Haymitch Mellark. I am 6 years old and i like to paint.
Chapter 3 (Finnick Jr. Odair)
My name is Finnick Jr. Odair. I am 12 years old and i like to swim while mom sits on the beach staring at the sky.
I know about the games and how they were played. I know dad won one and mom won one. I know dad died in the rebellion and mom has mental problems. Everyone says she got them in the games and she was crazy. All I know is that she is my mom.
"What happen in the games?" I ask. She covers her ears.
"La-la-la-la," She says.
"Mom what happen?" I grab her hands and pull them off.
"NO Salty. Wheres your head, who did it NOOO!!!" She screams. I jump back and run away to keep from hearing her awful screams.
My name is Finnick Jr. Odair. I am 12 years old and i like to swim.