User blog comment:HawkWD/The 24th Hunger Games/@comment-7317707-20130915224835

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Somehwere in these 2 paragraphs, is a wor in my current vocab list for school, guess which word it is.

“Oh no...” Cleopatra whimpers, pointing out ahead. It seems like Airrie isn’t the only tribute the gamemakers decided to mount on the top of the mountain. Electra, Trent, Kwartz... All of the dead tributes have their skulls adulterated by a wooden spike.

“I can’t believe they would do something like this,” I whisper, my shock slowly turning into a boiling rage. Instead of giving their bodies back to their families. Giving their loved ones a chance to mourn, they instead defile their corpses by chopping their heads off as some sort of sick joke. I shake my head in disgust and Cleopatra slowly helps me back onto my feet.