For Starvation: July. Celebration.
I tried a new writing style. How do you think?
"Toast."
"Toast."
"Toast to our first victor. The first victor of District 12!"
The coal miners and all their relatives and even the dark shining lumps of coal seem shell shocked as they realize the true benevolence of the Capitol. Even the next Games is a blessing for it's another chance for food and sweets and PTO's and who the heck cares if it's a Quarter Quell? The worst thing that can happen is that they exclude D12.
The victor's some Seam freak with blue eyes and features nicely carved by the natural surgeon knife of Nature. And then at reaping, she doesn't cough and cry and all that other stupid camaraderie because she's smart enough to know that if you cry, some Career in District 1 will laugh at you and say, "Look at that coal miner-BWAHAHAHA!" And then some Career in District 2's gonna be all like, "That one dead first." And then District 4's going to say, "Poor kid. Poor us. So little competition from District 12-Oh, free fish? Just deliver it after I win."
And then the district partner's some nice town dude that the victor never even knew except that he trimmed little bits of flowers so wonderfully and was pacifist, whatever that was.
The crowd didn't even volunteer for either boy or girl because they knew that their lives were a million times more precious than those of some stranger girl or boy.
The escort, a kindly man with eyes fastened on the tribute's good, doesn't even bother with the boy because he knows that it doesn't matter how beautiful the flowers you make are if you're some dirty miner at Opening and it doesn't matter how golden your heart is at interview and that being nice won't earn you any points in Games. It doesn't matter how much you love the other tributes, really, if you die, does it?
So the boy drowns in blood.
The girl knives everyone she finds or can knife, and she wins the Games. The lower districts are pretty happy, because some of them have no victors, so this is a bit of hope to sore heart of mother.
In the meantime, the Capitol is happy too because the thought of a poor coal miner working her way up the social latter is so soothing, and besides, what a pretty girl she is…Even cadaver would be gem in bed.
"Now, applause for our newest victor!" croaks escort.
District 1 claps uneasily, like District 2. At Victory Tour, District 2 is more expensive than D3-D12. Priceless gems hang upon golden crystalline filigree. District 1 has lovely gauze ribbons and cloths intertwined with sweat of overworked weaver. They float upon air, as if to fly away to heaven.
Toast to victor is void of swears.
No one in Panem feels right celebrating the survival of a dead girl.
If you noticed, the first part contained 13 words, the second contained 65, then the third contained 325. The fourth was 65 words, and the last was 13 words.
I hope this was worth your time.
