Making choices for others.
Hi! My name is Alex and I am 16. This is my blog. I will post My Sim Story and Sims that I have made. I am really bad at descriptions so I am going to stop here.


I miss playing The Sims 3. 

Summer is finally here and I am out for school!

I will continue my THG story later, but right now I just want to play My Duke Legacy! I miss them so much!





Does anybody still want me to continue writing my Hunger Games story? 

It has been so long, I might have lost everybodys interest.





Eeeep! 

I made Varsity cheerleading again this year! Uber excited!

I will be able to start writing again soon! 

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^ My emotions.





Why I haven’t been writing 

So yeah. Sorry guys! 





Sorry I haven’t been on. 

So So So So So So SO busy. I barely have time to breath, I can’t even think about writing right now.






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Sorry, Rell, and the other tributes?

Anonymous

About Chapter Four or Five. I will be posting pictures and stuff soon of them. 






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In which part will Reli meet everyone?

Anonymous

What? Haha. I think you mean Rell, and meet everyone?



      I pulled my body off of the floor and examined the clothes that my mother had chosen for me. I stared at the dingy white shirt and long slacks. “Hey…Mom.” I called out.  I heard her gentle footsteps as they approached my room. “Yes honey?” I pointed at the clothes “Where did you get these? I have never seen them before.” She walked over to me and put her arm around me. “These where your Uncle Leath’s. He wore them to the very first reaping.” I nodded slowly. “Oh, well maybe they will bring me some luck.”  My Mother and Uncle Leath where both 18 when the first reaping took place. Uncle Leath had his name drawn out of the large glass bowl, but someone volunteered for him.  I quickly slicked back my hair and began to get dressed. As I stepped into the slacks, I noticed a note was attached to the inside of the right leg. I waited until my mother had left the room to read it. “Dear Rell, I told your mother to give you these clothes on your 18th birthday.  Hopefully she did not forget. As you know, I was chosen to serve in The Hunger Games. I was lucky enough to have a good friend volunteer for me.  I do not want to alarm you, but I have done some research. Rell, The capitol likes to get revenge. They believe that if the bowl chose you, then it is fate for you to serve in the games.  I was 18 when I was picked, so I became eligible for the games. Since I didn’t have kids, you are the next in line. You will be the capitols reve-.”       I stopped reading and let the note fall to the ground. This couldn’t be true could it? Does the capitol really seek revenge? And if so, Why me? My Uncle has been dead for years, he wouldn’t even know of this “revenge.” I wouldn’t affect him in anyway. I wasn’t even that close to him.  My farther came into the room and motioned for me. It was time to head down to the courtyard. I walked into the small living room where my mother stood waiting for me by the door. She pulled me in for a long hug. “I will be out there shortly. Good luck, Rell.” She kissed my forehead and opened the door. I looked back and gave my farther a small smile before heading out into the sunlight. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Blue waiting at the steps.        “You ready to waste about an hour of our lives?” She said as we walked toward the courtyard. “What?” My head still was spinning from the note. “People are just going to volunteer.” She said staring at me. I avoided any eye contact.  “Hey, Rell…What is wrong with you? You aren’t actually nervous about this are you?” I shrugged. I couldn’t tell her about the note. She would call me stupid for believing it.  “No… I am just tired.” Blue let out a small laugh. “Okay. Use the oldest excuse in the book.”   The busy courtyard started to appear on the horizon. My heart started to pound.  If my Uncle was right, I was about to walk to my death.  Part One Part Two

      I pulled my body off of the floor and examined the clothes that my mother had chosen for me. I stared at the dingy white shirt and long slacks. “Hey…Mom.” I called out.  I heard her gentle footsteps as they approached my room. “Yes honey?” I pointed at the clothes “Where did you get these? I have never seen them before.” She walked over to me and put her arm around me. “These where your Uncle Leath’s. He wore them to the very first reaping.” I nodded slowly. “Oh, well maybe they will bring me some luck.”  My Mother and Uncle Leath where both 18 when the first reaping took place. Uncle Leath had his name drawn out of the large glass bowl, but someone volunteered for him.  I quickly slicked back my hair and began to get dressed. As I stepped into the slacks, I noticed a note was attached to the inside of the right leg. I waited until my mother had left the room to read it.

“Dear Rell,

I told your mother to give you these clothes on your 18th birthday.  Hopefully she did not forget. As you know, I was chosen to serve in The Hunger Games. I was lucky enough to have a good friend volunteer for me.  I do not want to alarm you, but I have done some research. Rell, The capitol likes to get revenge. They believe that if the bowl chose you, then it is fate for you to serve in the games.  I was 18 when I was picked, so I became eligible for the games. Since I didn’t have kids, you are the next in line. You will be the capitols reve-.”

      I stopped reading and let the note fall to the ground. This couldn’t be true could it? Does the capitol really seek revenge? And if so, Why me? My Uncle has been dead for years, he wouldn’t even know of this “revenge.” I wouldn’t affect him in anyway. I wasn’t even that close to him.  My farther came into the room and motioned for me. It was time to head down to the courtyard. I walked into the small living room where my mother stood waiting for me by the door. She pulled me in for a long hug. “I will be out there shortly. Good luck, Rell.” She kissed my forehead and opened the door. I looked back and gave my farther a small smile before heading out into the sunlight. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Blue waiting at the steps.

       “You ready to waste about an hour of our lives?” She said as we walked toward the courtyard. “What?” My head still was spinning from the note. “People are just going to volunteer.” She said staring at me. I avoided any eye contact.  “Hey, Rell…What is wrong with you? You aren’t actually nervous about this are you?” I shrugged. I couldn’t tell her about the note. She would call me stupid for believing it.  “No… I am just tired.” Blue let out a small laugh. “Okay. Use the oldest excuse in the book.”   The busy courtyard started to appear on the horizon. My heart started to pound.  If my Uncle was right, I was about to walk to my death. 

Part One

Part Two





About to post Part 3 soon :) 

My Mom still was not able to proof read it, so if something is off, I am sorry!





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thedoctorvisitsbakerstreet said: ONLY?! wellfuck. i must be very poor.

I ment that 150 cant buy me a whole new wardrobe! Hahah