The Kite Runner By Katniss: A Narrative Fiction

Katniss woke up to a Blinding light. Once her Vision clear she saw 50 or so boys crowding around the hole she was in. An Ivy rope dropped down and she climbed up. All of them were taken aback when they saw her. “A girl?” some whispered. She looked at them all confused. She scanned the crowd that had formed around her. She saw 1 familiar face, yet she couldn’t remember his name. Katniss realized she couldn’t remember how she got here or why she was here. Suddenly she started to panic. Katniss pushed her way through the crowd and broke into a sprint, heading towards what looked like an exit. She looked back and saw that the crowd was stunned, but the familiar one started chasing after her. She sprinted faster and faster, she almost reached the exit, but he crashed into her. Both of them
“Yeah maze, what’s out there” Thomas motioned to the exit she was running towards. “Is the maze. The rest of the Gladers have been trying to solve it for 2 years now” “and you haven’t found anything, like an exit?” “Yep” “Anyway, what do you remember about the world?” “Well… We lived in a dictatorship and every year we had something called the Hunger Games” “It’s a battle to the death over a couple days” “We get thrown into the wild and we have to survive and be the last one standing” “They take 2 tributes (people) from each district, there are 12 districts by the way” “Sounds brutal” “It is, I survived one, barely” “What’s the maze like” She asked Thomas. “Well the Maze changes every night and these things called grievers come out, they are like guards you could say, keeping us in this prison” He motioned to the Glade. Thomas looked down at his watch. “It’ll be dinner soon, we’ll let ya out if you promise not to run off again” “Deal, I’m starving”.