The Lost Stories of the Games

This is the lost story of Veronica Deriaye, a citizen of District 13. When her sister and Justin Bieber's brother both are drafted into the arena, how will they deal with the law that states:
"No volunteer tributes are allowed."?
(Justin Bieber Competition)

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3. Melodies

One Justin is freed, he rushes over to my side. At this time, everyone has cleared the area but us. They didn't really care about me, laying here on the ground. It was just us two.

"Veronica!" He shakes me and looks into my eyes. I notice a blood stain above his right eyebrow. I carefully and shakily reach out my arm to wipe it off. He guides my hand to it and holds it there. Then he plops down to the floor, still worried.

"Veronica, what happened to you! You're almost immobilized." I could hear empathy in his voice as he murmured this.

"The tazer." I could barely get the cold words out of my mouth.

"Veronica, you'll be okay. We'll get you help." He softly says to me as he offers a smile. He reaches his hand towards mine as his palms and my palms carefully and perfectly fit together. He carries me in his arms as he trudges through the tremain. 

"Will you sing?" I ask him.

"Nah, you don't want to hear me.." He replies with doubts.

"You're amazing and I want to hear you." I sternly say, reassuring him of his talents.

"Alright, Alright."he sighs 

"Sing that one that you were singing in the park that one day." 

"You heard that?" He said, surprised.

"Yes, it was amazing." 

"Thank you." He said an offers a cheeky smile.

'Ok, here's the song."

"As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke. As long as you love me, I'll be your platinum, I'll be your silver, I'll be your gold. As long as you love me."

As he sang this, chills went down my spine as the sweet melody filled my body with joy.

"You like it?" he asked, still smiling.

"Yeah, that was perfect." I smile back.

As we walk through the villages in our districts, we notice panic in the people. They were running from the middle road; hiding under objects. They were going incognito. HE was coming.

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