This makes her purse her lips tightly to-gether. “What did it cost you?” “Just a squirrel. And may theodds be ever in your favor!” Her pink hair must be a wig be-cause her curls have shifted slightly off-center since her en-counter with Haymitch. She’s the only one whocan consistently be counted on to buy wild dog. Many are edible, but one false mouthful andyou’re dead. You and I, wecould make it,” says Gale. And it’s notme. “What other food can wefind?” “All kinds of things,” I promised her. I don’t want them,” says Peeta. “Tuck your tail in, little duck,” I say,smoothing the blouse back in place. Then I beganto risk climbing trees to escape the wild dogs that quickly gotbored and moved on. On the way home, we swing by the Hob, the black marketthat operates in an abandoned warehouse that once held coal.When they came up with a more efficient system that trans-ported the coal directly from the mines to the trains, the Hobgradually took over the space. We can leave our poles and gather inthe woods. I nod and head to my own room. Thecommunity home would crush her like a bug. We decide to save the strawberries and ba-kery bread for this evening’s meal, to make it special we say.Instead we drink milk from Prim’s goat, Lady, and eat the 15, gh bread made from the tessera grain, although no one hasmuch appetite anyway. Throughout this film, Katniss must face the challenges of winning over sponsors, who send her supplies during the games if they are so inclined, helping the people she grows to care about, and ultimately survive. The Hunger Games 1 The Hunger Games Suzanne_Collins.pdf. Then when this crazy lynx started following mearound the woods looking for handouts, it became his officialnickname for me. I didn’t pick it up for fear I would keel over and be un-able to regain my feet. “What an exciting day!”she warbles as she attempts to straighten her wig, which haslisted severely to the right. The novels have all … The last tribute standing wins. It’s not that I don’t agree with him. How could I leavePrim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?And Gale is devoted to his family. The baker sits awkwardly on the edge of one of the plushchairs. . We go to another compartment to watch the recap of thereapings across Panem. All ofthis is wrong. As soon as I’m in the trees, I retrieve a bow and sheath ofarrows from a hollow log. We can hunt, fish, or gath-er. Is he addressing the audience or is he so drunk he might ac-tually be taunting the Capitol? I finally had to kill the lynx because hescared off game. I stared at the loaves in disbelief. “Even wished me luck.” “Well, we all feel a little closer today, don’t we?” I say, noteven bothering to roll my eyes. “They let you wear onething from your district in the arena. “It’s to theCapitol’s advantage to have us divided among ourselves,” hemight say if there were no ears to hear but mine. Hiseyes land on a small, circular pin that adorns her dress. the hunger games: catching fire (2013) imax in 1080p, encoded with x265 in hevc and aac 7.1 english, with english and spanish subtitles! I had six when Iwas just twelve years old.” “That’s not her fault,” I say. Enough to remind me of that other dandelion in theschool yard years ago . I pull on trousers, ashirt, tuck my long dark braid up into a cap, and grab my fo-rage bag. Because there they were at my feet.Before anyone could witness what had happened I shoved theloaves up under my shirt, wrapped the hunting jacket tightlyabout me, and walked swiftly away. I love you both.” And they’re say- 36, it back and then the Peacekeeper orders them out and thedoor closes. I turn and seeGale has lifted Prim off the ground and she’s thrashing in hisarms. She must havereally loved him to leave her home for the Seam. It’s therichest place I’ve ever been in, with thick, deep carpets and avelvet couch and chairs. Thesadness, the marks of angry hands on their faces, the hope-lessness that curled their shoulders forward. Katniss, remember I —” hesays, and they yank us apart and slam the door and I’ll neverknow what it was he wanted me to remember. 26, y she didn’t. But this seemsan odd strategy for Peeta Mellark because he’s a baker’s son.All those years of having enough to eat and hauling breadtrays around have made him broad-shouldered and strong. We walk toward the Seam in silence. Directed by Francis Lawrence. “Prim left us a cheese.” I pull itout. I bury my head in one of the velvet pillows as ifthis can block the whole thing out. But if I can hold downGreasy Sae’s concoction of mice meat, pig entrails, and treebark — a winter specialty — I’m determined to hang on tothis. Sweet, tiny Prim who cried when I criedbefore she even knew the reason, who brushed and plaited mymother’s hair before we left for school, who still polished myfather’s shaving mirror each night because he’d hated thelayer of coal dust that settled on everything in the Seam. Beautifully crafted. The wordswere ugly and I had no defense. Wemight do a tad better elsewhere, but we make an effort tokeep on good terms with Greasy Sae. Taken the tesserae, re-fused to let her do the same? . “Here, I’ll put it on your dress, all right?” Madge doesn’twait for an answer, she just leans in and fixes the bird to mydress. Check Pages 1 - 50 of Hunger Games Book 1 in the flip PDF version. This evening, officialswill come around and check to see if this is the case. There was no choice. Child-ren from a family with too many to feed. Not him. It’stime to choose our boy tribute!” Clearly hoping to contain hertenuous hair situation, she plants one hand on her head as shecrosses to the ball that contains the boys’ names and grabs thefirst slip she encounters. But Prim begged so hard, cried even, Ihad to let him stay. Throughout the meal, Effie Trinket keeps re-minding us to save space because there’s more to come. They can get by, ifthey’re careful, on selling Prim’s goat milk and cheese and thesmall apothecary business my mother now runs for the peoplein the Seam. I only seethe image for a moment, because the train is off again, but it’senough. Prim must know that in her heart. On May 8th, I went to the Justice Building, signed up for mytesserae, and pulled home my first batch of grain and oil inPrim’s toy wagon. Oh, well, I think. “Look what I shot,” Gale holds up a loaf of bread with an ar-row stuck in it, and I laugh. A weakling. Advertisement. He must have just said goodbye to his son. There will bemore cameras at the train station. . By the time the market closed, I was shak-ing so hard I dropped my bundle of baby clothes in a mudpuddle. She goes on a bit about what an honorit is to be here, although everyone knows she’s just aching toget bumped up to a better district where they have proper vic-tors, not drunks who molest you in front of the entire nation. Family devotion only goes so farfor most people on reaping day. And so on 12, so on until you reach the age of eighteen, the final year ofeligibility, when your name goes into the pool seven times.That’s true for every citizen in all twelve districts in the entirecountry of Panem. The pages were made of old parchment andcovered in ink drawings of plants. By the time I reached home, the loaves had cooled some-what, but the insides were still warm. I was too sick and weak and tired, oh, so tired. . A boy with a crippled foot from District10. Isuddenly recognize it. “I know. Hunger Games by Jordan Seth . Effie Trinket comes to collect me for supper. I think. "The Hunger Games" is a a good Sci-fi movie with good acting and great special effects. His mother went back into the ba-kery, grumbling, but he must have been watching me as Imade my way behind the pen that held their pig and leanedagainst the far side of an old apple tree. I won’t. It must have been an accident. Neither ofour stomachs is used to such rich fare. The square’s quite large, but not enough to hold District12’s population of about eight thousand. “Come on, let’s eat,” I say and plant aquick kiss on the top of her head. Another year,they tossed everybody into a landscape of nothing but bould-ers and sand and scruffy bushes. I just want you to come home.You will try, won’t you? Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color ofrotting squash. I let him yell though. Someone else enters the room, and when I look up, I’m sur-prised to see it’s the baker, Peeta Mellark’s father. Now I am truly in danger of crying, but fortunately Hay-mitch chooses this time to come staggering across the stage tocongratulate me. Bears and cats lived deeper in, perhapsdisliking the sooty reek of our district. Every year in the ruins of what was once North America, the Capitol of the nation of Panem forces each of its twelve districts to send a teenage boy and girl to compete in the Hunger Games. My mother’s eyes find the floor. Madge’sface has become closed off. He quickly tries to pull the attention back to thereaping by introducing Effie Trinket. We have to stand for a few minutes in the doorway of thetrain while the cameras gobble up our images, then we’re al-lowed inside and the doors close mercifully behind us. The ovens were in the back, and agolden glow spilled out the open kitchen door. Good hunting partners are hard to find. There must have been some mistake. Suzanne Collins is the author of the groundbreaking Hunger Games trilogy for young adults: The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and Mockingjay. “Pretty dress,” says Gale. May as well sleep in. I cannot afford to get upset, to leave this room with puf-fy eyes and a red nose. Warm sweet air. Hardcover $42.97 $ 42. in Foreign look > Russian 558,109 downloads (74 yesterday) 3 comments Donationware. Youcan’t go!” “Prim, let go,” I say harshly, because this is upsetting meand I don’t want to cry. My real name is Katniss, but whenI first told him, I had barely whispered it. And you may aswell throw in our mothers, too, because how would they livewithout us? I bought our food at the marketand cooked it as best I could and tried to keep Prim and my-self looking presentable. ( EPIC NEW HUNGER GAMES MAPS ) Yet heclimbs steadily onto the stage and takes his place. Always closeenough to run back to the safety of District 12 if trouble arises.“District Twelve. We don’t speak. Caesar Flickerman: Mm-hmm. It is a pretty dress, butshe would never be wearing it ordinarily. The Hunger Games (2012) PG-13 | Action, Adventure, Sci-Fi, Thriller. Not compared to a lot of the boys. Feet sloshed toward me through themud and I thought, It’s her. I scrub off the dirt andsweat from the woods and even wash my hair. I prop myself up on one elbow. Eating lunch, sitting 11, t to each other at assemblies, partnering for sports activi-ties. I watch as Gale pulls out his knife and slices the bread. It’s Primrose Everdeen. But there’s also food if you know how to find it. “That’s the spirit of theGames!” She’s pleased to finally have a district with a little ac-tion going on in it. Of course, she did.This is the day of the reaping. There’s no other way to put it. When she sells her goat cheeses at the Hob, sheputs two of them aside for him and he gives her a generousamount of bread in return. I only have topass a few gates to reach the scruffy field called the Meadow.Separating the Meadow from the woods, in fact enclosing allof District 12, is a high chain-link fence topped with barbed-wire loops. 1 couldn’t explain his ac-tions. The anguish I always feel when she’s in pain wellsup in my chest and threatens to register on my (ace. It is an old and rarely usedgesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. The next day, we were off school. I can see the hills I climbed this morning with Gale. Effie Trinket says as she alwaysdoes, “Ladies first!” and crosses to the glass ball with the girls’names. 3 | P a g e The Hunger Games – Suzanne Collins When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. “Wear something pretty,” he says flatly. “I volunteer as tribute!” There’s some confusion on the stage. Caesar Flickerman: Yes. But it crossed my mind that there might besomething in the trash bins, and those were fair game. It’slike having a piece of my father with me, protecting me. Idon’t mean we’re handcuffed or anything, but a group ofPeacekeepers marches us through the front door of the JusticeBuilding. But I re-trieved the small bow and arrows he’d made me from a hol-low tree. Five years later, I still wake up screaming forhim to run. From the beginning in its history, a resistance driven by a thirteenth place against the Capitol caused its devastation and the production of an annual transmission occasion known as the Hunger Games. I can feel the muscles in my face relaxing, mypace quickening as I climb the hills to our place, a rock ledgeoverlooking a valley. There are drawers filled with fine clothes, and Effie Trinkettells me to do anything I want, wear anything I want, every-thing is at my disposal. On the eighth of every month, I was entitledto do the same. Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Gale knows his anger at Madge is misdirected. I couldn’t go home. Each tessera is worth a meager year’s supply ofgrain and oil for one person. My fin-gers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only therough canvas cover of the mattress. Prim and I spent the rest of the nightporing over those pages. We ate an entire loaf, slice by slice. . “Yes,” hisses Effie Trinket. It doesn’t make thingsfair. A tub of warm water waits for me. My father could havemade good money selling them, but if the officials found outhe would have been publicly executed for inciting a rebellion.Most of the Peacekeepers turn a blind eye to the few of us whohunt because they’re as hungry for fresh meat as anybody is.In fact, they’re among our best customers. The speed initially takes my breath away. “Lookhow we take your children and sacrifice them and there’snothing you can do. It was considered very anti-climactic inthe Capitol, all those quiet, bloodless deaths. That the unthinkable might happen. “See you in the square,” I say. “I can send one of the Capitol people tohelp you.” There’s any number on the train. I take it in myhands, pull out the arrow, and hold the puncture in the crustto my nose, inhaling the fragrance that makes my mouth floodwith saliva. Prim isin my first reaping outfit, a skirt and ruffled blouse. “I al-most forgot! The idea pulls me up short. “All right,” I say. [first lines; the Head Gamemaker is being interviewed in front of a live audience] Seneca Crane: I think it’s our tradition. The girl who five years ago stood huddledwith her mother and sister, as he presented her, the oldestchild, with a medal of valor. “Let her come forward.” Prim is screaming hysterically behind me. It makes me jealous but not for the reasonpeople would think. �%o�;��J~��ShU.gN��� ��,d{����)�Sҧ�O�!o��-�+�� The food’s wonderful, with thecheese seeping into the warm bread and the berries burstingin our mouths. A thicket of berry bushes protects it fromunwanted eyes. I know velvet because my mother hasa dress with a collar made of the stuff. Run off. But in District 12, where the wordtribute is pretty much synonymous with the word corpse, vo-lunteers are all but extinct. Come on, everybody! The shock of the moment is registering on hisface, you can see his struggle to remain emotionless, but hisblue eyes show the alarm I’ve seen so often in prey. Custom preview. Gale and I divide our spoils, leaving two fish, a couple ofloaves of good bread, greens, a quart of strawberries, salt, pa-raffin, and a bit of money for each. The mayor looks distressed. They hadlost the ability to enunciate words but could still mimic arange of human vocal sounds, from a child’s high-pitchedwarble to a man’s deep tones. The competi-tion will be far beyond my abilities. I try to forgive her for my father’s sake. Get the IMDb App. Sign In. But today the black cinder streets are empty. “What does it matter?” says the mayor. But we do know each other a bit, and he knows Primeven better. Then came theDark Days, the uprising of the districts against the Capitol.Twelve were defeated, the thirteenth obliterated. From this 8, ce, we are invisible but have a clear view of the valley,which is teeming with summer life, greens to gather, roots todig, fish iridescent in the sunlight. I let hertowel-dry it and braid it up on my head. but I know I wasright about not running off. But she’s wor-ried about me. “And may the odds —” Hetosses a berry in a high arc toward me. Odds aresomeone else will kill him before I do. 9, The conversation feels all wrong. Then she’sgone and I’m left thinking that maybe Madge really has beenmy friend all along. They’re not our kids, of course. I could never letthat happen to Prim. One of the most celebrated movie series of all time comes to its thrilling conclusion in the last chapter of The Hunger Games. Like the reaping, or food short-ages, or the Hunger Games. Yes. Girls who know twenty different ways to kill you with aknife. “Yes, there’s usually some,” I say. I am the girl whobrings the strawberries. But most are not bold enough to ventureout with just a knife. Since then,there’s usually been wood to make fires. A way to plant hatred between the starving workers ofthe Seam and those who can generally count on supper and 13, reby ensure we will never trust one another. “Your pin?” I say. Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how itwill help me get food on the table. 16, Anyway, Gale and I agree that if we have to choose betweendying of hunger and a bullet in the head, the bullet would bemuch quicker. She hops in her pointyshoes around the pool of vomit and flees the room. Whatever words they use, the real message is clear. Last of all, they show District 12. And morethan once, I have turned in the school hallway and caught hiseyes trained on me, only to quickly flit away. But here’s the catch. You can’t miss the desperationin my voice as I shove Prim behind me, as if I’m afraid no onewill hear and they’ll take Prim away. Ex-cept for the weekly lecture on the history of Panem. They are. I kept telling myself if Icould only hold out until May, just May 8th, I would turn 27, lve and be able to sign up for the tesserae and get thatprecious grain and oil to feed us. Even he had to scrap his own work sometimes. Most businesses are closed bythis time on reaping day, but the black market’s still fairlybusy. The Terminator. “Leave the district. "The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) Full Movie Online For Free HD . I dropped my gaze, embar-rassed, and that’s when I saw it. Gale spreads the bread slices with the soft goat cheese,carefully placing a basil leaf on each while I strip the bushes oftheir berries. Just as the town clock strikes two, the mayor steps up tothe podium and begins to read. Make onlypolite small talk in the public market. “I don’t even know if there’ll be wood,” I say. “The pair last year ate everythingwith their hands like a couple of savages. Note of the author. If I didn’t live here,” says Gale. “Smells bad.” He wipes his handon his nose, smearing his face with vomit. Make sure she’s eat-ing.” I feel some of the pressure in my chest lighten at his words.People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim.Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive. Older people who can’t work. Effie Trinketmakes it sound like Haymitch just has somewhat rough man-ners that could be corrected with a few tips from her. For a while I hung aroundthe edges of the Meadow, but finally I worked up the courageto go under the fence. But to be hon-est, I’m not the forgiving type. There’s no me now to keep you bothalive. This movie is a great start into "The Hunger Games" quadrilogy. We don’t have hot water at home, un-less we boil it. Connecting content to people. Maybe you can win.” I can’t win. The mayor begins to read the long, dull Treaty of Treasonas he does every year at this point — it’s required — but I’mnot listening to a word. It’s as if someone fa-shioned a small golden bird and then attached a ring aroundit. “But you do,” I say, irritated. “It’s okay,” Peeta says to me. She’s coming to drive me away witha stick. I can see Peeta’s looking a little green, too. Even so,she’s having trouble keeping the blouse tucked in at the back. So I decide, from thismoment on, to have as little as possible to do with the baker’sson. Get it as soon as … Realgold. “Thank you, Prim.We’ll have a real feast.” Suddenly he falls into a Capitol accentas he mimics Effie Trinket, the maniacally upbeat woman whoarrives once a year to read out the names at the leaping. In the fall, a few brave souls sneak into the woods to harv-est apples. Guarding us. Neat handwritten blockstold their names, where to gather them, when they came inbloom, their medical uses. It was during the worst time. I’ve been right not to cry. As if on cue, Haymitch falls off thestage, and they groan comically. People to weed outbefore the real fun begins. 20, One time, when I was in a blind in a tree, waiting motion-less for game to wander by, I dozed off and fell ten feet to theground, landing on my back. .where did this stuff about having kids come from? Sign In. My mother wasvery beautiful once, too. I reach out to Primand she climbs on my lap, her arms around my neck, headon my shoulder, just like she did when she was a toddler.My mother sits beside me and wraps her arms around us.For a few minutes, we say nothing. “Listen to me. But, of course, they dohear. At ele-ven years old, with Prim just seven, I took over as head of thefamily. A bell went off in my head. My next guest is also unexpected. One slip in thousands.The odds had been entirely in her favor. I wouldn’t let her take out any tesserae. Herclothes from her past are very precious to her. Any sign of danger, a distant howl, the inexplicable break ofa branch, sent me flying back to the fence at first. Let themcall the Peacekeepers and take us to the community home, Ithought. These are a lux-ury we can never afford. Unfortunately, the bins had just been emptied. Plants for eating, not healing. Read the Docs is funded by the community. They cut to the an-them again, and the pro-gram ends. Itwill take an awful lot of weeping to convince anyone to over-look him. A thick carrot soup, greensalad, lamb chops and mashed potatoes, cheese and fruit, achocolate cake. She is not weepy or evasive, instead there’s an urgencyabout her tone that surprises me. I particularly hated that year.Many contestants were bitten by venomous snakes or wentinsane from thirst. A kind Peeta Mellark is far moredangerous to me than an unkind one. “Don’tlet them starve!” I cry out, clinging to his hand. The predators ignore us on a day wheneasier, tastier prey abounds. He’s probably forgotten it. District 12 hasn’t hada volunteer in decades and the protocol has become rusty. We turn back to face the crowd as the anthem of Panemplays. No. She is also the author of the picture book Year of the Jungle, a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year, and the New York Times bestselling Underland Chronicles series for middle-grade readers, which started with Gregor the Overlander. We easily trade six of the fish for good bread, the othertwo for salt. I can hardly recognizemyself in the cracked mirror that leans against the wall. I can’t be-lieve he’s come to visit me. “And nothing like myself,” I say. Exactlyhow am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Butmaking them deal with Haymitch might be a small form of re-venge. “Forget it,” he snaps back. Follow. But as I collected Primand started for home that afternoon, I found him staring at mefrom across the school yard. “No. Set in a future where the Capitol selects a boy and girl from the twelve districts to fight to the death on live television, Katniss Everdeen volunteers to take her younger sister's place for the latest match. You’re so fast andbrave. Ittook people awhile to realize what was going on in the dis- 42, cts, how private conversations were being transmitted.Then, of course, the rebels fed the Capitol endless lies, and thejoke was on it. It was good heartybread, filled with raisins and nuts. The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - Part 1. At thirteen, twice. There’snever been anything romantic between Gale and me. Andmaybe he’s thinking the same thing about me because his facedarkens and he turns away. They murmur to each oth-er and then look with concern at the empty seat. The woods terri-fied her, and whenever I shot something, she’d get teary andtalk about how we might be able to heal it if we got it homesoon enough. Effie Trinket is disgruntled about the state her wig was in.“Your mentor has a lot to learn about presentation. Real practice,”he says. Butthis I’d done on my own. I stare at the paper slips in thegirls’ ball. The grain was not enough to live on, and there were 50. by Suzanne Collins. And most hauntingly, a twelve-year-old girl from District11. But we’re not related, at least notclosely. So I kept ourpredicament a secret. My mother taught Primand I to eat properly, so yes, I can handle a fork and knife. All year,the Capitol will show the winning district gifts of grain and oil 18, even delicacies like sugar while the rest of us battle star-vation. Let’s put your hair up, too,” she says. On the table, under a wooden bowl to protect it fromhungry rats and cats alike, sits a perfect little goat cheesewrapped in basil leaves. The awful thing is that if I can forget they’re people, it willbe no different at all. Don’t want her tosteal all the glory, do we? I protect Prim in every way I can, but I’m powerless againstthe reaping. What I did was the radicalthing. A pin. Punisha-ble by death. “Promise?” “Yes,” I say. I putthe cheese carefully in my pocket as I slip outside. “Of course. “We could do it, you know,” Gale says quietly. Then I start telling themall the things they must remember to do, now that I will not bethere to do them for them. The boy never even glanced my way, but I was watchinghim. “Look at her. To this day, I can never shake the connection between thisboy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and thedandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed. After we’d harvested those,we scrounged along inside the fence for probably a mile untilwe’d filled the bucket with the dandelion greens, stems, andflowers. 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