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The whole year after the hunger games seemed to go by in a blur. I now lived in the victors village and would spend most of my time in the forest with my friends. I had become rather popular with the Capitol, and was very well known. That same year, my father had died. No one knows how, but I found his body just laying on the ground one day. I cried for three days nonstop.
Often, my hands would shake and I would have flashbacks of the poor young boy from district six, Glimmer, and Cato. I knew I would never get over that, that I would never get the images of their cold dead faces out of my mind, that they were permanently ingrained in my brain. It was now just a part of me. Sometimes I wish I had died in that arena.
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FanfictionSeventeen year old Finch Crossley has been chosen to participate in the 75th hunger games, and she is absolutely devastated by it. With her experience with throwing knives and survival, she thinks that she can at least make it to the top ten... unti...