Honestly, the idiocy of the adults in my town stupefies me. Yes, I realize I should be the last person saying this, considering my parents are the laughing stock of South Park. Abusive alcoholics, my parents are only the most obvious idiots in town; however, the ignorance of the other adults should be far more horrifying. Because thanks to them, I am standing at yet another uncalled for meeting in Town Square, where they are about to announce the names for an event that is going to get 23 of their teenagers murdered.
I don't know how the town council managed to come up with this awful idea, let alone why. I realize that The Hunger Game franchise is in full popularity at the moment; however, sending 24 of their own teenagers into an arena sounds a bit… ridiculous. And uncalled for. But somehow the mayor managed to pass a bill legalizing the events in town. Knowing how foolish the adults are, it probably took about five minutes to convince them that this was a good idea, despite the fact that it required their children to kill each other for entertainment.
It was over a month ago when they announcing the date for today, The Reaping Day. Ever since then, camera crews from all different channels have been hovering around the high school like crazy, interviewing all of the juniors about all sorts of different things. They've pulled me out of class over a dozen times, asking me various questions about my extra curriculars and grades. Unfortunately, I am sort of disappointing, as my grades are below average and I don't prefer to compete in any sports competitively at the high school. Each time I would answer, the man behind the camera would nod, and then dismiss me back into my class. It was an uncomfortable routine that I eventually got used to.
But now was not the time to focus on the events of the past. At the moment, my two closest friends from elementary school, Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski, were standing at my side looking up towards the stage, which was flocked with camera crews.
I forgot to mention: this event would be broadcasted across the nation. Similar to the real Hunger Games, each person involved is to be guided by a mentor. There were going to be sponsors; however, there was one main difference between the original Hunger Games sponsoring and our town's wannabe one. In ours, each of the participants will be "bought" by a different television network. This television network will be required to televise live feed of their participant until they are eliminated from the games. The networks "buy" their teenager after the number scores are released. It's an interesting concept, but I would rather not be involved at all. Killing my friends is surely not on my agenda.
As Stan and Kyle were chatting casually, I remained quiet. With my curse, I had a way out of this whole predicament. Technically, I didn't have to compete at all. I could just let someone kill me in the beginning, during that "Bloodbath" or whatever it's called. I would just wake up at home safe and sound (well as safe and sound as the McCormick household is). Unlike my friends, I would end up just fine in the end. If their names are called, that's the end. And I wouldn't have that.
Hello! My name is Kaytie and this is my new story that I plan on completing this summer. It will be from the POV of Kenny and there will be no OC characters whatsoever. Commenting is cool.
Hope you enjoy it!