"I think this year should be different," The President holds her hands in front of her, she looks at her two assistants. "Not like any other year, no no. This year, the unexpected will fear, no one will be fortunate." One of her assistants smirks as the other nods. "This year," The President looks behind her shoulder, as if someone were watching. "The terror begins."
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The Writer's Games: Unfortunate
FanfictionEnter to the world of the Writer's Games. 24 Wattpaders and all dead in 9 days. Except for ONE. No one will come out lucky. No one will enjoy. It's the Hunger Games, what did you expect... Robots, carnivorous mosquitos. Winter storm. Dessert dry day...
