The Capitol looms up like a gigantic epiphany light bulb. The candy-colored lights and bedazzling objects are hard to surpass. Even the people of the Capitol appear to be one with the city. Idiots. I hate them all. All they want is to watch us die for their entertainment. Ignorant baboons.
The doors to the train slide open, and Stan and I walk out into the station. Before we know it, we're being transported por limosine to the coração of the Capitol, where we will be held and captivated until the Games begin.
Before going into the main building, however, we make a stop at a prepping center.
"What's...

What is Trent Boyett doing here? Isn't he supposed to be in Juvenile Hall? Trent stared about the room forebodingly, and I was hoping that he'd eventually leave, but he didn't. Of course not.
"I know you're in here," he said. "So don't make this harder than it has to be."
Busted. Well, he's just one kid and there's a lot of us, so if he tries anything, he'd most likely fail. I saw the boys start to emerge from their hideout, and so Gina and I followed suit.
All of us stared him down as we gathered on one side of the room as Trent stood on the other.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Trent...

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All of us stared at Butters - completely flabbergasted. This very moment seemed to slow down time - like a really sad moment in a movie when something tragic has occurred.
"No..." Gina said, with emotional despondency in her voice, "No..."
She ran past Butters on the stairs and we forlornly followed after her. Cartman had his forehead...

I had only been in South Park Elementary school since segundo grade, but I couldn't recall things ever becoming quite this chaotic. Kids were destroying classrooms, desks were stacked in large heaps just to be burned into searing ash, and the whole nation was under siege por children... But, let's start at the beginning.

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It was early in the morning and the sino had not rang for us to get to class just yet. I looked at the clock. Five minutes. I have five minutos to relax before entering that horrific classroom. Kids were walking in every direction and here I was, trying to gather my scattered...

The seguinte dia at school was absolutely horrifying. I looked about at the building which used to LOOK like a school, but now had been transformed into something that looked mais like the head center of Homeland Security.
Black cars with tinted windows were parked outside the school and men dressed in black tuxedos and black sunglasses were walking everywhere - talking on cell phones and moving hand-held metal detectors over children before they entered the school. I walked up to the front doors and let the security guards swipe the metal detector over my clothes. When I came clean, they let me...

I stand in front of District 12's bakery - staring at all the sumptuous delicacies that I couldn't even hope to afford. The different patterns and artistic decorations and shapes are impressive, and I stopped to admire their beauty to keep my mind distracted. But the distraction did not last long.
The reaping is almost here, and I'm not prepared. No one is. I turn my torso away from the cakes and march studiously progressivo, para a frente to the town square, rubbing my mockingjay pin with my fingers.
This shouldn't be anything new to me. I've gone through this terror before - many times, but I just can't seem...

All leaders of the Revolution were called to the auditorium for a meeting por Cartman: Gina, Butters, Craig, Kyle, Emily, Mica, Kenny, Michelle, Janay, and I. Stan would have been counted, but unfortunately, he's still recovering in Hells Pass Hospital.
There's a lot of planning to do now that we have the school under our control. The teachers are locked away tight, and we only have a few hours before our parents discover what we have done. What we have accomplished.
"Order! Order!" Cartman yells, very much like a judge.
All the talking dies down, and we sit in the stands of the auditorium dutifully....

I gasped for air and stared out of the tiny slabs in the nearest opening.
Fortunately, I could tell that I was somewhere near the cafeteria. If only someone could turn off the vents. I don't know how much longer I can last up here.
I decided to take off my backpack and push it ahead of me instead of having it on. It made the going easier and I was able to gather my bearings. The cafeteria isn't that far away. I can make it. Maybe I can even gain someone's attention. If I try to make it to the exit, I'll never get there in time. I'll probably die if I try. My oxygen is diminishing and the heat...

I arrived to school the seguinte dia and you could feel the tension in the air. The tension was so thick and tangible, you could get a manteiga faca and cut right through it.
I made my way to class and sat down at my usual assento seguinte to my best friend. People-watching is something I enjoy doing. So I looked around and watched everyone have their talk. I couldn't help but notice some of the conversations.
"C-C-Can you believe this, fellas?" Jimmy asked Emmy and Shannon. "We're actually gonna do it!"
Emmy looked around, "Yeah, I just hope the teachers don't learn about the Revolt. There's a lot of talk...