I was born to die.
That’s one thought that’s been haunting my mind since I had first learnt to talk. At first I had been terrified. But por now, I was ready. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said die, por the way. It’s not like, I was born to live and then die satisfied. I was born to be killed before I was eighteen. I was born to compete in the Hunger Games.
The origins of this suicide mission are simple—the 13 districts led a rebellion against the Capitol, lost, District 13 was destroyed, and now we must enviar a girl and a boy to compete to the death in an arena as the Capitol watches...
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