The Hunger Games?!

Hi. My name is Britnee and I'm in the Hunger Games. I was sent here with an obnoxious boy named Niall. My parents, Katniss and Peeta, have faith I will survive. They told me that if I "fall in love" with Niall like they did with each other, then I have a better chance of survivng... But the thing is, my cousin Liam and my friend Zayn are tributes as well. I meet Louis at some point along the way and we both have a mutual hate towards Harry... But I'm not too sure it's hate I feel towards Harry...

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  Sometimes I wonder why mother has the nightmares so often. Sometimes she screams for auntie Prim, sometimes for Dad, and sometimes even Cato. I'm not even too sure as to who Cato was, only that he was from district two, and that he turned my dad against my mom. Maybe I'll have those nightmares too. Maybe one day, when this is all over... If I make it out alive. But... But what about Zayn?! With what my parents pulled in the arena, i'll never survive! And then there's Zayn... I can just see it now. Him joining forces with Niall and Harry... Liam slowly turns against me as I can only sit there and watch them destroy me. Knowing Harry and Niall, they'll probably just make Zayn kill me. They'll make him kill me slowly, they'll tell him to look into my eyes as he does it-

 

  I woke with a start, sweating and breathing heavily. Niall was in his bed, snoring quietly and snuggling a pillow. The heart monitor next to me beeped obnoxiously in the quiet room we shared. I could faintly hear the train moving over the tracks beneath us and the few security guards wandering the halls, checking on the other tributes. I kicked the thick blanket off my bed and pulled the wires out of my arms slowly. Before looking back to where Niall lay. He looked so peaceful when he slept... So innocent. I pulled my eyes away from him, reminding myself of how he would inevitably, watch me die or be the one to kill me. I stepped out of the small bunk we shared, quietly closing the door behind me and steadying myself on the door handle. Small lights flickered through the windows, showing the districts we had been passing through. I looked back at our door, slightly scared. Why was I scared? I had the sudden feeling that someone was watching me. I looked up and down the long hall, unable to see anyone. I heard a door slam open and someone stumble out. I could barely make out his shadow, the darkness filtering my vision. "Hello?" My voice was raspy and tired. When no one replied, I let go of the handle and walked towards the shadow. "Are you okay," I asked, my voice shaking. Someone coughed and fell down. I bent over and felt around in an attempt to help them off the ground. A large hand grasped mine, pulling me down onto them. He grunted and I cried out in pain, 

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