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Hunger Games Re-WriteHunger Games Re-Write
By: Anais Soulliere
I wake up and looks around my room, my sisters, brother and parents are probably all downstairs. I sit up and pull on my white T-shirt and black pants, I quickly brush my dark curly hair, and then I walk into the kitchen. "Good morning dear" I hear my mother say as she gives me a hug. I smile and hug back "morning mom". She lets me go and I sit down, I look at the breakfast in front of me; one egg, and a glass of water. I manage a small smile and pick up my fork. Once I finish eating, my mother pushes me towards my room "Put on what I've laid out for you, I'll do your hair once you finish" she says and closes the door behind me. I look at the simple dress on the bed, green, pale green. I strip down to my under garments and pull it over my head, no zipper or buttons needed, just a simple pull-over the head dress. I pull on the white socks and green shoes and walk out of the room, each of my sisters have an identical dres
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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