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Hunger Games Short Story

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As I laid down in the sand I could feel the overbearing burning sensation of the sun burning my skin. While I laid my head down I could hear the voices of little kids playing in the sand, parents talking in the background, splashing of water, and the barely audible tidal waves. Everything seemed halcyon. Nothing seemed different. Everything was normal.
I got tired of the burning sensation of the sun kissing my skin so I decided to stand up and start reading a book. Why am I sitting down instead of swimming when it is my true passion, I don’t know. I brought a couple interesting books with me so I struggled to decide what book to read. I came to a consensus to continue reading Hunger Games: Catching Fire. I kept reading from where I left off during the scene where Katniss realized that the arena was in the shape of a clock. While in the depth of reading the book, my friends were talking to me but I kept pushing their voices away. Nothing could ever be more relaxing as the feeling of the warm sand in between my toes. A calming book to keep me distracted. The whooshing of the waves crashing on the shore. The sunlight felt warmer now, it felt as if I was being hugged by the sun for the first time. Everything was serene and at ease. All of a sudden, yelling, screaming, chaos, bedlam. For a second, I thought I was imagining this pandemonium because I was so concentrated on the book. All of a sudden, Emily starts tugging and pulling me up from the warm sand, forcing me to get

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