The careers

WINNING MEANS FAME AND FORTUNE
LOSING MEANS CERTAIN DEATH
THE HUNGER GAMES HAVE BEGUN...
In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send a boy and a girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live tv Sixteen year old Larah Thors regards it as a death sentence when she volunteers to take her boyfriends sister place in the Hunger Games and her boyfriend,Cato, gets chosen aswell. Fighting for both Cato and Larah is second nature. They are natural contenders being from district 2. Things may crumble when both Cato and Larah fight to keep each other alive. And to save the other they must sacrifice their own life. But to save him she will have to make choices that weigh survival against humanity and life against love. There can only be one winner

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6. The Tribute Parade

The outfit was gorgeous. I grabbed it and it felt like a million kilos. It was probably real gold guessing from the colour and heaviness. There was a golden chestplate and golden headress ,that looked a bit like horns, with a gold material skirt. I tried it on and it felt so light. Like a feather. My prep team walked in and started on my makeup. Gold eyeshadow, red lipstick, flawless skin. The parade started in an hour so I had a little down time. I decided to go see Cato. I walked into his dressing room where he was still getting his makeup done. It was really hard because he had to look like he was wasn't wearing any yet make him look flawless. Eventually they got it. Words could not describe how hot he looked. "You look amazing," I said. "Nowhere near as good as you," he said with a smile. "Get outta here!" I said. "It's true! You look so hot," he insisted. "Yeah yeah, whatever," I said but I couldn't help my blush. He started chuckling. I wacked him in the stomach which was a bad idea because he had the chestplate on. My hand felt like I'd broken it and my eyes started prickling. I will not cry. I will not cry. I blincked back the tears and clutched my hand. "Are you alright?" Cato asked with concern. "Yeah," I replied. It'd be alright in a minute. "Come on. We have to go wait with the chariot," Cherise said gesturing to us to come with her. We followed her to what looked like an indoor stable. Our chariot was right next to us and the district emblem on the side. Soon the other districts arrived. I looked around at the people and their costumes. 1 was luxury so they were dressed in things like pink down vests. 3 was technology so and I had no idea what theyre wearing. 4 was fishing and they had an outfit that looked like the sea. Both 5 and 6 looked like moons. Don't ask me why. 7 was like a white tree. 8 wore stuff that represented textiles. 9 was supposed to wear something to represent grain but I didn't look like anything to me. 10 was livestock and wore cowboy outfits. 11 wore farming outfits and 12 wore a black leather suit. Whatever that represented. We got into our chariot and so did everyone else. District 1 rolled into the stadium and the crowd went wild. Cato and I were holding hands as our chariot rolled into the stadium. I used my outer hand to wave at the crowd. People were screaming and cheering at us. I looked up at the big screen and saw my face for the first time. I looked awesome. Like a goddess, and Cato was a god. The crowd turned to the other districts as they came out. Our chariot stopped and I could see the other districts behind me. 12 caught my eye the most. They were on fire. Literally, they were on fire. Their hands were intwined in the air. How dare they have a better outfit than us! District 1 or 2 always had the best oufit. Not 12! I glared at them until their chariot rolled to a stop and the fire was extinguished. The music finished and I turned my attention to the man infront of me. The president, a small thin man, with paper white hair, gives the official welcoming from the balcony infront of us. The faces of the tributes were not supposed to be on the screen during the speech, but district 12 was still on it. The national anthem played and the district 2 chariot parades around the circle one more time before dissapearing into the stable. Our prep team was all over, trying to give us hugs, trying to give us their praise. But mine and Cato's attention was elsewhere. At district 12. I shot them a few dirty looks and I saw almost everyone was doing the same besides 11. I went back to my prep team and being showered in their praise. Cato was still looking at 12. I put my hand on his arm and looked at him. He was angry. And this sort of angry was impossible to miss. He looked like he could rip them in half if he had the chance. "Come on," I said to him and led him to our prep team who were already at the elevator. We got back to our floor and I quickly got changed in my room. This was starting to get uncomfortable. I went to Catos room and got into his bed. His arms wrapped around me and I quickly dozed off. It had been a long day.

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