Oranges POV

HANDS DOWN THE WORST THING ABOUT THE HUNGER GAMES IS THAT THE HORNS SOUND LIKE PASTA. Yes, of COURSE the first moments of my party had to involve my heartbroken memories of my dead cat, of COURSE. And of course with THAT, came the memories of the horrible lampshade butterfly.

"Damn that butterfly, I screamed, amd everyone was instaantaniously stinned by my horrible, no wait, beutif voice.

HOW DARE YOU, BUTTERFLIES ARE A GIFT TO THIS WORLD BRAIDSCATED PRUOPLES.

I was so angry at my supposed citizenmate that I ran way from the giant cersant thing, like the one the french eat and stuff because I wanted towatch from the trees.

The odds have favoured, may the games be ever begin.

Evan: IT HAS BEGUN

Friend: it HAS and we need to tell you who else is IN IT. NEXT TIME, PROBABLY

Evan: YES. You will see the other contestants. NEXT TIME!

????: Can't wait to do this

Friend: it's one heck of a cast

Evan: Mayn, you guys will LOVWE it! See you all in the NEXT! CHAPTER!

Friend: BYE