Hey y'all this is a idea that just popped in my head when I got bored.
I might live. Might. Who knows in this place. Might get chosen. Might die. Might survive. Might see the next day. Might not. This is how we live. This is how everyone lives. Trying to live even tho they're as good as dead. Everything here is do or die. Capital just tells us lies. All lies.
Today they choose those who will be in the annual Hunger Games. I might get chosen. I know I will be one of those who have a high chance of winning. I have been fighting since I was 3. Thanks to my Dad, who thought it was necessary with the fact I have 6 older brothers. 4 hate my guts, 2 love me to death. I don't like any of them. Either beating me up or being overprotective. Both overly suck.
But I'm thankful for my 'the one and only' friend. That's what she calls herself. It's annoying. Her name is Johanna, but I call her Joe. She hates me cause of that. We hunt in the morning and she makes out with her 'best friend' and practices axe-throwing in the afternoon. I practice sword, but mainly throwing anything in sight.
I'm a good thrower, can throw anything you give me 4 miles. Even a 45 lb boulder. I'm great at shot put. Always beat the boys and the girls never play. But I'm horrid with an axe.
I have the most abnormal looks ever. 100% blonde with grass green eyes. A lot of people say my eyes look like grass when a breeze comes in. They always say I'm beautiful to my face, but behind my back I'm plain scary. Rougher than sandpaper, some say. But I got my reasons.
"Ready for hunting?" Johanna says as she meets me in the back. She starts walking down the ally with her axe strapped under her jacket, but stops when she realizes I ain't following. "What now?" she asks giving me a once over. "It's choosing day, dimwit. No hunting remember." I say trying to keep the anger out of my voice. I hate the hunger games and anyone who is involved.
"Come on. This might be our last day." she whines. Might. Theres that word again. "Yeah, might. Always might. When is it ever yes or no. When do we ever know when it is finished or started. Or if it's a total, 100%, yes!" I shout at her. She opens her mouth, then shuts it and walks away.
I stand in front of two options of clothing I have this year for the choosing ceremony. My first choice is a green button down shirt with blue skinny jeans, the other one is a knee length blue jean dress with a brown belt. The dress was my Mom's. And it only fits me this year. I shrug and grab it.
After putting it on I stand in front of my mirror. My hair was up as usual. I wonder if it would be good down. I never wore my hair down since I was 3years old. That day something terrible happened. But I'm ain't gonna tell you cause I'm a jerk. I decided to wear my hair in a crown. A crown is when you wrap your hair around your head then pull the rest into a bun in the back. I check to see if the door is locked or not, then make sure no one is in my room.
I take my hair out and run a comb through my already perfect waves of hair. I twist it and wrap. When I finally clip the last piece of hair into place it's time. My Dad knocks on the door. "Hun, it's time for the choosing. You ready?"
"Not today and never will I be." I say back opening the door. That's what we do every choosing day. This is my fourth time that I might be chosen. He smiles sadly and wraps his arm around my shoulders. My Dad was chosen when he was 12 and he survived, so I know I can win in the right area. And yes we live with all those crazy people who won the Hunger Games.
My Dad walks all of us down to the choosing. Albert (the oldest) is 19 so he will be with my dad. I have another brother who is 16, like me, the triplets are 17 and Alin is 18. The one who is my age is Catcal, but I call him Cece. He is one of the two who love me to death. So is Albert who right now wont let go of me. The others all run ahead of us or are trying to get dads attention.
When we have to do the blood thing all my brothers run up in front of me. I roll my eyes and wait my turn. The guy pricks my finger with out a second glance. He ask my name and I answer correctly. Then I find my spot in the crowd. Johanna waves me over and I stand by her. "Ready?" she asks. "Nope." I reply.
The little lady that represents distract 7 comes up and starts her regular speech. I zone out and watch a dove, perched on a tree branch. So innocent and free. I envied it's freedom. Not it's innocence. Then my ears switch on when she says the 'ladies first' quote. She fumbles around for a second and then pulls out a name.
I know who it is before she says it. "Joh-" "I volunteer as tribute!" I shout holding up my hand. Joe stares at me. So do all my brothers and dad. But my hand stays in the air, tall and strong. "Wonderful." The lady says, surprise smeared all over her ugly face.
Some of the dudes in all white come and get me. I can never remember what people call them, I just call them ghosts. They grab my arms and haul me up the stage. They didn't have to, I would gladly go up there myself. I stand next to scary lady.
"Whats your name, dear?" She asks with that high note at the end. "Esther, Esther Cabal." I say into the microphone. Everyone gives a small clap but my family holds up the X. Our signal for survive no matter what. I smile at them and wink. Then it's the boys turn. "Ummm, how do you say this?" the lady asks me stepping towards me and showing the paper.
I gasp. On that paper is my ex-boyfriend's name. "Jindal Calfers." I say staring at the paper. "Wonderful. Come up here...Jingdall?" She says it with a question mark at the end. I give a short laugh at her attempt. My family sighs a relief. I can kill Jindal. I'll survive.
They take us into separate rooms so we can say good bye to our families. My brothers come in first they all hug me and kiss the top of my head, but Albert picks me up in his arms and starts crying. "You better win, little sis. Or I'll die." He starts whimpering. I smile at him and kiss his cheek. "Sure, I'll win. I promise." I say and then they have to go.
My dad comes in next. "I will be with you on your journey. So this isn't good bye, but I love you. And I'm so proud of my baby girl." Is all he says. Then he turns and walks away.
Finally Joe comes in. "Why? Why did you do it? I could have gone instead of you. You have brothers and a dad to mother around. You need to stay here." she says staring at me. "I did it cause I know I will survive. I'm a better fighter than you and I don't trust people as easily as you do. I can kill, you never could kill a person. I care about you, your my sister that I never had. And what about Phobie and Violet?" I ask her holding her gaze.
"You're right. But promise me you will win." she finally says. I smile and nod my head. "I'll be back here before you know it." is the last thing I say to her before she is taken away. But it's not the last thing that happened. She handed me a note and we both nodded. A silent agreement comes between us.
I am put on the train with Jindal and my Dad.
AN: Hey y'all. How are you baby goats? I got bored and just started writing this while waiting for me to be able to post another chapter of All Messed Up! I actually love the Hunger games and decided to write a fanfix about it. Also Johanna is not the one in Catching Fire but my friend and lots of the info about her is true. So tell me what you think. UM Jindal is pronounced how it looks like (Jin-dal). Pls review, fav, or follow(or all). Cya later humans. (Or other creatures).