I lift my chin and stand as straight as I can. The cylinder begins to rise. For maybe fifteen seconds, I’m in the darkness, and then I feel the metal plate pushing me out of the cylinder, into the open air. For a moment, my eyes are dazzled by the bright sunlight and I’m conscious only of a strong wind with the hopeful smell of pinetrees.
Then I hear the legendary announcer, Claudius Templesmith, as his voice booms all around me.
“Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin!”
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“Right after winning the Oscar, when everyone was going home, they let these little gold Oscary shapes flutter down from the ceiling. Leonardo DiCaprio came over, bowed down and kissed my hand. It was the most fabulous moment. Such a lovely gesture. He didn’t say anything.”
— Helen Mirren
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“That’s what Leslie Burke says. She told me to keep my mind wide open.”
— Jesse Aarons (Bridge to Terabithia, 2007)
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