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....