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i need help. im supposed to be writing a story and i need to see if this is a good story.

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  1. KatnissStyles000
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    It felt peaceful, almost too peaceful. The sidewalks of Jackson Park were as still as death. Usually, on an early fall morning, the park crawled with people. But not today. Something didn't feel quite right. The sunlight danced along the glass buildings of Chicago. The birds sang in perfect harmony and the trees whispered their little tree secretes. Little blades of grass sparkled individually like glitter along paper. The early morning felt crisp and cool. By the gate stood a small hunger deprived girl who looked about 16. She had long, dark brown hair that she had tucked into a braid going down her back. She had a rebel look about her, with her suntanned, dirty skin, uneven nails, and that fire in her eyes that made her look like if you try to fight her, she would kill you. She wore a loose fitting black shirt, black shoes, black pants, a brown hunting jacket, with a bow over her shoulder, and a shaft of arrows. The girl was biting her nails, like she always did when she was worked up. “Where is it?” she wondered. The girl walked around the park until she came to a large maple tree and stopped. A small rustle in the trees made her look up. There stood a guy who also looked hunger deprived. They looked the same in some ways. They both had the grey eyes, dark brown hair, and a permanent frown. He jumped down from the maple and looked at the girl. “I could hear you coming from a mile away” he scoffed. If the girl was offended, she showed no signs of it. “What is it with you and trees, Gale?” the girl exclaimed. “Well, Catnip, it’s the only place where I can come up here and really clear my head. You should know that. You’re the only one who actually got me to come up a tree.” Gale teased. “Anyway, My name isn't Catnip, it’s Katniss. Even though you might have thought I said Catnip, why do you still call me Catnip?” snapped Katniss. “Because you let me” Gale replied smartly. “Ouch! What was that?” Katniss exclaimed. She looked down and lying in a crumpled wad was a piece of paper. Katniss picked it up and read aloud, “‘You have been chosen. (“chosen for what?” Gale asked) Come to District 12 (“Where?” she added) and help everyone. Thank you for your consideration. The people of Panem.’” “Well, that was…. weird. Who sent it anyway?” Gale asked curiously. He turned suspiciously and saw nothing. “Thats funny. It’s like the note appeared out of thin air. There is nobody there.” “Well, there's only one thing to do. Go to a town called District 12 in a place called Panem.” Katniss said painfully. She looked over her shoulder and started toward the airport. When Katniss and Gale left the airport, they were disappointed at the appearance. They had imagined tall buildings and happy children, but found dirt, small wood and mud houses, scruffy people covered in coal dust, and coal mines. The pair found themselves feeling like they’ve been there before, but they couldn’t remember if they had been or not. Gale and Katniss found their way to the Justice Building and saw a giant poster of Katniss and some boy that looks familiar. “‘Katniss Everdeen, The Girl On Fire. Peeta Mellark, The Boy On Fire. These 2 tributes won the 74th Hunger Games. They were District 12’s only victors besides the very first victor, Haymitch Abernathy. Katniss and Peeta were the spark of the Rebellion that led us into war against the Capitol. They lost many people close to them, but they still fought against the Capitol. In the end, we all won, ‘“ Gale read. “What? This can’t be true. I’ve never been here, never heard of this so called “Hunger Games”, don't know anyone by the name of Peeta Mellark, and have never been seen as the Girl on Fire!” Katniss exclaimed. She tried to go back in her memory to her early childhood, but all that came up was a big black wall. It was like an invisible force was trying to keep her from seeing back before she was 23. “Katniss?” Gale asked worriedly. “Huh? Oh, just i tried to remember something, but all I’m pulling up is a big black wall. Does that happen to you?” Katniss wondered. “Yeah, but I have these crazy dreams of me and you fighting people in these bulky white uniforms and armor, and you shot this woman and this white haired old man. He was like, famous or something. Everyone hated him and wanted you to kill him.” Gale explained.

  2. KatnissStyles000
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    sorry its so long

  3. anonymous
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    is it supposed to be a non-fiction story, or a fiction story?

  4. anonymous
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    lol, i guess it's supposed to be a fiction, since it's about the hunger games

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    It felt at peaceful, almost way too peaceful. The sidewalks of Jackson Park were as still as death. Usually, on an early fall morning, the park is crawled with people. But not today, something didn't feel quite right. The sunlight danced along the glass buildings of Chicago. The birds sang in perfect harmony and the trees whispered their little tree secrets. Little blades of grass sparkled individually like glitter along paper. The early morning felt crisp and cool. By the gate stood a small hunger deprived girl who looked about 16. She had long, dark brown hair that she had tucked into a braid going down her back. She had a rebel look about her, with her suntanned, dirty skin, uneven nails, and that fire in her eyes that made her look like if you try to fight her, she would kill you. She wore a loose fitting black shirt, black shoes, black pants, a brown hunting jacket, with a bow over her shoulder, and a shaft of arrows. The girl was biting her nails, like she always did when she was worked up. “Where is it?” she wondered. The girl walked around the park until she came to a large maple tree and stopped. A small rustle in the trees made her look up. There stood a guy who also looked hunger deprived. They looked the same in some ways. They both had the grey eyes, dark brown hair, and a permanent frown. He jumped down from the maple and looked at the girl. “I could hear you coming from a mile away” he scoffed. If the girl was offended, she showed no signs of it. “What is it with you and trees, Gale?” the girl exclaimed. “Well, Catnip, it’s the only place where I can come up here and really clear my head. You should know that. You’re the only one who actually got me to come up a tree.” Gale teased. “Anyway, My name isn't Catnip, it’s Katniss. Even though you might have thought I said Catnip, why do you still call me Catnip?” snapped Katniss. “Because you let me” Gale replied smartly. “Ouch! What was that?” Katniss exclaimed. She looked down and lying in a crumpled wad was a piece of paper. Katniss picked it up and read aloud, “‘You have been chosen. (“chosen for what?” Gale asked) Come to District 12 (“Where?” she added) and help everyone. Thank you for your consideration. The people of Panem.’” “Well, that was…. weird. Who sent it anyway?” Gale asked curiously. He turned suspiciously and saw nothing. “Thats funny. It’s like the note appeared out of thin air. There is nobody there.” “Well, there's only one thing to do. Go to a town called District 12 in a place called Panem.” Katniss said painfully. She looked over her shoulder and started toward the airport. When Katniss and Gale left the airport, they were disappointed at the appearance. They had imagined tall buildings and happy children, but found dirt, small wood and mud houses, scruffy people covered in coal dust, and coal mines. The pair found themselves feeling like they’ve been there before, but they couldn’t remember if they had been or not. Gale and Katniss found their way to the Justice Building and saw a giant poster of Katniss and some boy that looks familiar. “‘Katniss Everdeen, The Girl On Fire. Peeta Mellark, The Boy On Fire. These 2 tributes won the 74th Hunger Games. They were District 12’s only victors besides the very first victor, Haymitch Abernathy. Katniss and Peeta were the spark of the Rebellion that led us into war against the Capitol. They lost many people close to them, but they still fought against the Capitol. In the end, we all won, ‘“ Gale read. “What? This can’t be true. I’ve never been here, never heard of this so called “Hunger Games”, don't know anyone by the name of Peeta Mellark, and have never been seen as the Girl on Fire!” Katniss exclaimed. She tried to go back in her memory to her early childhood, but all that came up was a big black wall. It was like an invisible force was trying to keep her from seeing back before she was 23. “Katniss?” Gale asked worriedly. “Huh? Oh, just i tried to remember something, but all I’m pulling up is a big black wall. Does that happen to you?” Katniss wondered. “Yeah, but I have these crazy dreams of me and you fighting people in these bulky white uniforms and armor, and you shot this woman and this white haired old man. He was like, famous or something. Everyone hated him and wanted you to kill him.” Gale explained. I corrected a couple mistakes you had but it is fictional so i see but it sounds great so far, it sounds like you have a big imagination(:

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    Is it supposed to be about The Hunger Games?

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    It felt at peaceful, almost way too peaceful. The sidewalks of Jackson Park were as still as death. Usually, on an early fall morning, the park is crawled with people, but not today, something didn't quite feel right. The sunlight danced along the glass buildings of Chicago. The birds sang in perfect harmony and the trees whispered their little tree secrets. Little blades of grass sparkled individually like glitter along paper. The early morning felt crisp and cool. By the gate stood a small malnourished girl who looked about 16. She had long, dark brown hair that she had tucked into a braid going down her back. She had a rebel look about her, with her suntanned, dirty skin, uneven nails, and that fire in her eyes that made her look like if you try to fight her, she would kill you. She wore a loose fitting black shirt, black shoes, black pants, a brown hunting jacket, with a bow over her shoulder, along with a shaft of arrows. The girl was biting her nails, like she always did when she was worked up. “Where is it?” she wondered. The girl walked around the park until she came to a large maple tree and stopped. A small rustle in the trees made her look up. There stood a guy who also looked deprived of food. They looked the same in some ways. They both had the grey eyes, dark brown hair, and a permanent frown. He jumped down from the maple and looked at the girl. “I could hear you coming from a mile away” he scoffed. If the girl was offended, she showed no signs of it. “What is it with you and trees, Gale?” the girl exclaimed. “Well, Catnip, it’s the only place where I can come up here and really clear my head. You should know that. You’re the only one who actually got me to come up a tree.” Gale teased. “Anyway, my name isn't Catnip, it’s Katniss. Even though you might have thought I said Catnip; why do you still call me Catnip?” snapped Katniss. “Because you let me” Gale replied smartly. “Ouch! What was that?” Katniss exclaimed. She looked down and lying in a crumpled wad was a piece of paper. Katniss picked it up and read aloud, “‘You have been chosen. -“chosen for what?” Gale asked- Come to District 12 -“Where?” -she added and help everyone. Thank you for your consideration. The people of Panem.’” “Well, that was…. weird. Who sent it anyway?” Gale asked curiously. He turned suspiciously and saw nothing. “Thats funny. It’s like the note appeared out of thin air. There is nobody there.” “Well, there's only one thing to do. Go to a town called District 12 in a place called Panem.” Katniss said painfully. She looked over her shoulder and started toward the airport. When Katniss and Gale left the airport, they were disappointed at the appearance. They had imagined tall buildings and happy children, but found dirt, small wood and mud houses, scruffy people covered in coal dust, and coal mines. The pair found themselves feeling like they’ve been there before, but they couldn’t remember if they had been or not. Gale and Katniss found their way to the Justice Building and saw a giant poster of Katniss and some boy that looks familiar. “‘Katniss Everdeen, The Girl On Fire. Peeta Mellark, The Boy On Fire. These 2 tributes won the 74th Hunger Games. They were District 12’s only victors besides the very first victor, Haymitch Abernathy. Katniss and Peeta were the spark of the Rebellion that led us into war against the Capitol. They lost many people close to them, but they still fought against the Capitol. "In the end, we all won," Gale read. “What? This can’t be true. I’ve never been here, never heard of this so called “Hunger Games”, don't know anyone by the name of Peeta Mellark, and have never been seen as the Girl on Fire!” Katniss exclaimed. She tried to go back in her memory to her early childhood, but all that came up was a big black wall. It was like an invisible force was trying to keep her from seeing back before she was 23. “Katniss?” Gale asked worriedly. “Huh? Oh, just i tried to remember something, but all I’m pulling up is a big black wall. Does that happen to you?” Katniss wondered. “Yeah, but I have these crazy dreams of me and you fighting people in these bulky white uniforms and armor, and you shot this woman and this white haired old man. He was like, famous or something. Everyone hated him and wanted you to kill him.” Gale explained.

  8. anonymous
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    That's what I found so far.

  9. KatnissStyles000
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    yes, its fiction.

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