HUNGER GaMES SOAP ANyONe?!
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Thread Topic: HUNGER GaMES SOAP ANyONe?!
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yo make thread.
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Could I join the new one?
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burmp.
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otay we wil have to do without party she is almost never on.
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Meep. Your turn. I have 4 ninutes. Tommorow I'll bump it. .3.
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Your turrrnnn.
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Whos turn is it?
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Jasons.
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i had just arrived at the reapin before some of my blood was taken. i sat in a char my dad brung. i sat in and ate some bread. i saw two poo little kids running around and touched one of them on the shoulder. a girl turned around with a scared look in her eyes but with a brave face. i threw two bread peices their way.
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Clarissa~
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I arrived at the Reaping, got the blood sample taken, and went to stand with the other 15 year old girls. The capitol lady walked up to the mic and delivered her little speech. Her clothes were horrible mess of neon green and fake neon blue fur. Her hair was a bright green curly afro and her makeup made her look like a circus clown. She walked over to the glass ball holding the girl's names and picked up one from the top before walking back over to the microphone and unfolding the slip of paper.
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Roseburn strolled along, taking her time as fear sliced througb her body. The blod sample...As mortified as Roseburn was, she braved through the blood extraction. Holding her head up, she stood with the throngs of other District Twelve Dwellers. The lady bore the appearance of an over-the-top female "rapper". He hair was dyed a bright purple, and her clothes were bright orange,andand frilly.
"Hello District Twelve! Well, you know what this is all about. Let's get on with it!" She walked to the boys first...When she removed the paper, she stood in front of the microphone.
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i look up. i sigh before standing up and slouch walking up with my hood on. i didnt like my face. girls stare at it in school and talk about me behind my back afterwards. bys tease me by saying they wanna hang out with me. i stand now on the platform as my dad walks up and pats me on the back.
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"Aisling Lagner," the lady anounces and my heart stops. People start moving away from me like I've got the plauge so I put on a brave face an walk up onto the stage. The lady draws a name from the boys' ball and reads it. "Preston Spez," she calls and a young, terified looking boy who can't be more than 12 years old walks up.
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