The Hunger Games: One way to the top

When Mr. Thomas finally let us go, Zayn and I decide to go back to our room. We live in a gigantic building with the rest of the contenders. Every district has their own department, with two bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen and two gigantic bathrooms. Zayn and I sit on our couch in the living room, talking, when suddenly a note slips under the door. I walk over to the door, and take the note:
Hey!
Mind if Anna, Louis, Camille and I come into your room, to a game of truth or dare? We need to have some fun! If you’re in, open the door, to face four absolutely amazing people.
With love from Justin.
I look over at Zayn, and we agree to play the game. I open the door, and face four amazing people (Big surprise.) We walk into my room, and sit on my bed. I sit between Zayn and Justin, in our little circle.
“Alright I’ll start. Truth or dare Zayn,” Anna says, and we all look at Zayn.
“I dare you too… Lick my toe!” Anna says, and takes her sock off, and stick her toe up in Zayn’s face. I look at Zayn, who seems a little scared. He collects braveness, and licks her toe. God, that’s gross! We continue the game for a good half our, and it’s now Camille’s turn.
“Truth or dare… Perrie!” Camille says, and looks at me.
“Uhmm, truth!” I say, and look interested at Camille.
“I dare you to kiss Justin,” Camille says.
“Excuse me?” I say, and look at Camille. Is she serious?
“Come on. It’s just a game. Or will you chicken out? Bock, bock, boooooooock,” Camille says, and pretend that she’s a chicken.
“You can call me much, but never call me a chicken,” I say, and send Justin a smirk. I turn my head, and face Justin. I let my hand explore his neck, and close my eyes. I lean over to him, and let my lips touch his. I kiss him for a good two seconds, and then feel him kiss me back. He opens his mouth, and let tongue out. It breaks through my lips, and touches my tongue. Our tongues move in sync, and I got to admit: Justin is a good kisser! His hands find my hair, and grabs it. My hand is still at his neck, and I caress his lovely skin.
“Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” Anna says, and the words pull Justin and I apart. I quickly look in his eyes, but then look at Camille.
“Who’s the chicken now?” I ask her, and she bows.
“You are most certainly not a chicken,” She says, and sends me a smile.
“Alright my turn. I dare you, Louis, to… Massage my neck, it hurts like hell,” I say, and turn around, laying my head on his lab. He starts to massage, and we get into small talk. Although Zayn is a quiet person, he has been very silent after the whole kiss thing.

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“Hey Perrie! I’m back,” Milo says as he comes into my room, and wakes me up, with a big smile on his lips.
“What are you doing in here Milo? Its morning, you should be sleeping,” I mumble, and place a pillow over my head.
“You have training today, and I have your outfit ready!” Milo says, and comes over to my bed.
“Outfit? Do I really need an outfit to train?” I ask, and take the pillow of my head, to face him.
“Yes. And it is also that outfit you will be wearing in the actual Hunger Games,” Milo says, and tries to pull me out of my bed. The stupid little bastard!
“Just five minutes more,” I say, and place my head on the pillow again.
“No, zero minutes more. Zayn is already ready, and you just lay here, snoozing.”
“Zayn is ready? Zayn is actually up before me?” I ask, wondering. Zayn is not a morning person!
“Just come on,” Milo says, and pulls me out of my bed. We walk into my bathroom, and I end up in this:
Perrie's look
“You look… Sexy,” Zayn says, as I walk into the kitchen in my new outfit.
“Thank you, you too,” I say, and take a closer look at him. He got tight black jeans on, and a rough leader jacket. His hair is pulled back, and the black t-shirt reveals his six-pack. God, he is hot. Wait, did I just think that about Zayn? Get it together Perrie, its Zayn; Your teammate, who you do not like. Right?
“Alright you two lovebirds, time to go,” Milo says, and point in the direction to the door.
“Can’t we stay home? And you know, sleep?” Zayn begs, and rub his eyes.
“No, you two have training, so you won’t, you know… Die,” Milo says.
“Everyone has to die sooner or later,” I say, and sit down at a chair.
“And a guess you choose sooner, since you aren’t going to train,” Milo says, and once again point at the door.
“Alright, alright, coming now,” I say, and go over to Zayn. I take his hand, and we walk out the door.

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We go into the training center, and I quickly get over to a very tall tree, to practice climbing trees. I place my food on the trunk, and my right hand grabs a big bough. I climb up the tree, and end up sitting on a bough with my back against the trunk. I sit in peace, watching the other districts working, my eyes suddenly land on snake, at the end of the bough. It slowly comes against me, and the panic instantly grabs me. Oh, I haven’t told you yet? Yeah, I got a GIGANTIC fear of snakes; they scare the heck out of me. I press myself into the trunk, and keep having eye contact with the snake. The snake is now inches away from me, and it flash its gigantic teeth. I scream, and feel myself fall of the bough. I hit the ground with a big crack, and fell my leg in an instant pain. The last thing I hear, before I leave this so called world, is Zayn’s footsteps, running over to me.

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