Chapter thirteen.
Purple's POV
I climb into a very spacious hole (looks like it runs throughout aALL of the hunger games!) and I look up into the sky.
BOOM, GIES THE CANON WATCH THE BLOOD AND THE-
Ih, it's just a picture, I sigh as I lean back to watch whatever movie they're playing. I'm not sure what it is I haven't been paying attention but I think it's about owls?
Ah, no, it's just Ron (suddenly) weasly, and I wonder what he's doing up there.More and more people flash by, but not ONCE do they commemorate pasta, which should be a CRIME.
I see the authors, Friend Evan, The little mermain, Geronima Stilton, Nico De Angelo, Moby Dick, Wheatley (is our king) , Smoky the Bear, Vanny (from FNAF), Mean Girl and Katniss Everdeen.
Which makes me think, thats the first time I've seen my authors...They look super smart and really cool and awesome and amazing and great and really really the best and all that.
(in truth, I dont want to die, so.)
The sky syddenly turns fark and I think "That was a dumb movie, all it did was show a bunch of people."
Plus, it wasn't even about owls, or BUTTERFLIES.
"What a disappointment," I sneer as I go to sleep.
Evan: AHHHH:! WE'RE DEAD!@!!!!!
Friend: :)
Friend: we look awesome
Evan: We do. We ;really do
Friend: :)
Evan: See ya nect time everyone!! Goodbye!!!!
Friend: BYE
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