I'm bored.
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Thread Topic: I'm bored.
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Emma's mom begin to put her hair up in a french braid with a bow. They were both in there dresses even her 9 year old sister kate. "Why do you have to go Emma! It's stupid!" kate whined. "because we just do." Emma said giving her sister a kiss on the forehead. "What if I get picked mom?" Emma started to say with tears in her eyes. "Then you will try to win." Her mom sighed. They all headed out the door and beginned to go.
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Lance and his father finished the bird house. Lance embraced his father for the last time and headed out to the large crowd for the reaping. He stood in line with all of the others, waiting to get his finger pricked.
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Emma went first for her family to get her finger pricked. Afterwards she rubbed her finger and went over to her age crowd. There were alot talking of powers,killing, and winning. She tried to make it look like she was ready to enjoy the hunger games but she could not get the fear out of her eyes. She was just smiling at her sister mostly to calm her down when Effie started saying something. She could not hear over the crowd tho.
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Lance, after he got his finger pricked, managed to slip up to the front. He stared up at Effie, his eyes glowing with hopes of returning home to his father, his only family. Effie stated, "Hello, District 12, it is that time of year! The Reaping. As usual, we will choose ladies first," Her hand hovered over the large bowl with the names of the girls.
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Emma's eyes watched very good. "Emma Lee Smith!" Effie said with a big smile on her face. Emma fell to her knees. Her name rung over and over. Some older looking lady pulled her up and helped her to the stage. Emma laughed. "This could not be!" She said screaming over the crowd. Her mom was crying and her sister was screaming. Effie dragged her over to stand and wait as she went to the boys ball.
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Lance was not worried. He watched as Effie sauntered over to the boy's ball. "And now, the boys side." She reached her hand into the clear ball, pulling out a single slip of paper. "Aheeem," she tapped the microphone. "Lance..." Lance pulled in a sharp breath, hoping there was another Lance. "...Dent!" Lance almost fainted. In a haze, he dragged himself up on stage.
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Emma looked over at lance. She tried to sense his fear. Emma cleaned her eyes. "That will be all to day and happy hunger games!" Effie screamed. She pushed us to the train. The sky was dark. Emma had no heat in her. She was scared to death.
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Lance was still in shock. He saw his father at the last second, screaming in agony as the PeaceKeepers dragged him away in order to stop him. Lance was panicked. What if they did something? His mind was not clear. He could not tell if this was reality or his brain screwing with him.
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I have to go for now. May be back later.
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Emma was in shock. "So you most be Emma?" Effie said as they put her in a sit. Emma looked up at her. "Well i'm not the boy if that was what you were wondering." Emma said as Effie stormed. She waved goodbye to her family. What else could she do? All that crossed her mind was dieing.
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Lance had still yet to say anything. His gaze was focused ahead, his mind not capable of registering anything that was going on. All he knew was to follow Effie Trinket, the deliverer of all horrible news. Effie Trinket, who worked under the disgusting powers of President Snow.
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The train was warm. Emma watch as lance made his way up in the train. "Welcome to death." Haymitch said spitting his beer breath at Emma. Emma did not talk to him or wanted to. She hated this. She just waited for anything to happen.
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As soon as Lance got onto the train, he sat down on the couch, running his hands through his hair, upset out of his mind. Whatever. I will just win, then. But that did s--- to placate his fears.
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Emma watched as two girls gave her warm tea. Emma nodded her head and smile but then sat it down. She kinda hated tea but did not want to be rude. She took her finger and put it in the tea. Then she frosted and cooled the tea. Her braid was messed up and hanging werid. Her face was puffy from crying.
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Lance was contemplating what he was good at. Hand-to-hand combat, some knife work, and spearing because of hunting. he was frightened out of his mind. Haymitch turned to look at him, and scoffed.
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