A/N: Okay, so here's a multi-chapter story, came to me in a dream. Let me know if I should continue or screw it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or the Hunger Games. If I did, I'd have people to do this for me.
Jade's POV:
"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, his punishment being he gets to see dawn before the rest of the world."Oliver Wilde. This is my favorite quote. It's what keeps me going in this world.
I remember when the country pitted itself against each other. I was three, so I don't remember much. In school, they blame it on everyone else, but from what I've picked up New York seems to be at fault. New York is the only remaining state in the country. They say they put a cap on fighting. Oh, and they do, they just unscrew it long enough to kill twelve of us off each year.
Sounds like a certain , doesn't it? The Hunger Games, to be exact. They would pick a boy and a girl from the twelve districts and pit them against each other until one was left. Personally, I think that's where they got the idea. I use to love that book, that is, until I was old enough to be a part of the plot line. As I walk towards the town square all I can think is, don't pick me, although, with all my infractions, they may just pick me for the hell of it.
The system works weird here. To keep us from looking bad, if you steal, break a rule or do anything bad in general, they enter your name an extra five times with the required one. Considering I've stolen bread twice and broke basically every rule, my names in there at least 60 times. May the odds be ever in my favor? Ha, right.
I stood with everyone between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, still full of false hope that my name won't get pulled. The mayor reaches into the box and pulls out a clean cut strip of paper.
"Jadelyn August West."
Shocked? Neither am I. As soon as the mayor opened his mouth, I knew it would be me. I also wasn't shocked from the lack of sadness in the crowd. They didn't like, neither did my family. They'd all stand in front of their TV's and watch me die, probably throw a party too. Did I care? No. Life would be better. No colonies, fighting, hatred or war.
"Let's give her a round of applause!"There were a few meek claps and then, silence.
Beck's POV:
"Beckette James Oliver." I was shocked. My name had only been in there once. I was always well behaved and tried to follow the rules. Everyone liked me in genral too. The girls were all in love with me, as I was told more than once. That's probably the reason they all were crying like there name had been picked. Thats why I hated this, so called, game. It hurts so many innocent people for the entertainment of New York. Just the same as the capitol in the Hunger Games. I made my way on stage in the direction of the mayor. I could see the tears welling in her eyes as I shook her hand.
"Let's give him a round of applause!" The square was full of people cheering and sobbing. I glanced up at the TV to see the pick of colony one. A girl named Jadelyn. The first think that struck me were her eyes. The icy blue pools weren't filled with anger, fear, sadness not even happiness. Her look was almost knowing, like she knew she'd be picked.
A\N: TADA! A horrible cliff hanger! I'm going to introduce the other people next chapter. If any of you haven't heard it yet, Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift and the Civil Wars is so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so good! Well, onto Algebra homework. :p
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