Chapter twenty six.
Oranges POV
The fire burns bright in front of me as I look up into the dark night sky.... the fallen tributes should be showing soon. Why are people with large foreheads so self conscious?
There is a sudden boom and I see just up again to see Nina Zenik (from SoC). Her forehead seems sxandinavian.
There is another boom and another face flashes onto the screen: Sherlock Holmes. His forehead on the other hand, is south african.
And latly, the serial killer himself: Wilford Warfstache. Oooo this ones got a turkish forehead!'
The pictures fade away, but I keep looking at the faux sky.... I wonder how manuy are left to fall.
An in that moment, I swear, we were stratospheres.
Friend: nothing racist intended
Evan: Absolutely, This book does not condome rasism of ay kind.
Friend: I want tea
Evan: Goodbye everyone see you all in the next one!
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