<pre style="text-align: center; background: white;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; color: #2a2a2a;">Catching Fire-</span></pre>
<pre style="background: white;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; color: #2a2a2a;">Chapter 1-
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<pre style="background: white;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; color: #2a2a2a;">It has been about three months now since I've come back from the Games. People in the District treat me like I'm important now. Our small family has now gotten richer. I miss my old life though. Since I came here, my best friend and I haven't talked much. I only get to see her on Sundays. We go hunting together. I work at the bakery most days and I sometime cook for Michael and my dad now. We've moved houses. I no longer had neighbors and we had a two-story house. Dusty didn't like it here either, occasionally I'd find her wandering around our old house.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
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<pre style="background: white;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; color: #2a2a2a;">I was the only one who visited that place, since I'd often go there to relive the old memories. Also it was where I grew up with my mother, who was now gone, forever.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
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<pre style="background: white;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; color: #2a2a2a;">Going there would make me a bit better and miss her less, because the house had kept her smell and all the memories that I wished I could have back.
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<pre style="background: white;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; color: #2a2a2a;">"Harry, bread's ready!" I heard my dad say from downstairs. I saw Michael opening my bedroom door and run up on my bed. He was as fast as a rocket.
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<pre style="background: white;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; color: #2a2a2a;">"Come, let's go have breakfast!" He said happily. I got up, went to brush my teeth and saw him waiting for me outside the bathroom door.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
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<pre style="background: white;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; color: #2a2a2a;">"I'll race you down!" he said, running down the stairs.
