HungerGames-OCT

The entire course of Bethena Berkizer’s life had been determined by three simple words. From her startling entrance into the wretched world to her inevitable and welcome passing, along with however many days, months and years may fit between those two certain points of her existence. Three words that reached out and touched every waking moment of her life, forever tainting them with their implications. Three words that would be forever chained to Bethena, defining her in the eyes of the world with immediate and unforgiving clarity. Three words that would impose their haunting presence in Bethena Berkizer’s mind, body and soul for

Clara's POV             A strange, beautiful light streamed through the cracks in the girl's wall, creating a striking orange pattern on the wicker floors. The girl's room was plain and bare, lacking in imagination, which everyone knew the girl had. The small but pretty girl awoke, obliviously, and looked in amazement around her room, pretending as though she had never seen such beauty before. She stepped out of her short yet firm bed, disturbing the beautiful patterns on the floor.             As this girl looked through

From the Sidelines It had been the longest fifteen minutes of Stephan Atreo's life as he sat, riveted to the sleek black couch before his television, while the eldest of his District's tributes took on one of the evilest looking creatures he'd ever seen outside of mythology books. He had caught himself holding his breath with each near miss. Crying out as Roarke hit the ground and actually breathing a sigh of relief when District 9's boy aided him. He didn't really care that he had neighbors that he might be disturbing, he knew this kid. He'd felt the coldness of his glare, the warmth in his laughter and seen the rare glimpse of his embarras