Sexy Poodle's POV
My name is not really Sexy Poodle. It is something else, but no one knows. My parents died when I was just a baby so no one knew what they named me. My foster parents did not want to give me a name. They asked me to pick a name for myself. I chose the perfect name. The best name in the world. Sexy Poodle. Some people tease me because of my name but I don't get upset because I know the real reason why they tease me. Jealousy. However, I am humble and encouraging. I always tell them not to worry, and that they will find a name almost as perfect as mine one day. But I warn them, just so they know; that they cannot steal my name until the day I die. Then they can fight over my name. Usually when I tell people that they just stare at me like I'm crazy, but I know deep down inside them, they are trying to believe me. They are trying to think hard for a name almost as perfect as mine.
I am currently 24 years old. I am the only child to my foster parents so they care for me. They always scream and shout and make fun of me but I know they are doing that for my own good because deep, deep, deep down inside their hearts, I know they care for me.
" POODLE! Come down here for dinner now!" Mom shouted.
" Yes mom!" I shouted back and sprinted down the stairs to the kitchen, where my dinner was laid on the table. I never ate at the dining table because Mom and Dad always thought I was too messy. They think I will ruin the tablecloth and everything. I totally agree with them.
I take my plate of dinner and sit down at the kitchen table. I have rice and some vegetables for dinner. My mom saw me staring at my food and said to me, "You are getting fat. You need to eat less." I cheerfully reply 'ok' and eat my dinner.
Once I was done, I was about to go up to my room when my dad stopped me.
"Sit. Down," He said. I sat. "Tomorrow is the reaping day for the 104th Annual Hunger Games. We hope you get chosen." He continued. I smiled and nodded. I really wanted to be chosen. I mean what could be better than having President Snow announcing my name, Sexy Poodle, in front of all the districts? It would be the best thing that ever happened. In case you didn't know, the Hunger Games is an annual tradition, when people from each district, go into an arena and try to survive. The last man, or poodle, standing is the winner. However they changed the rules recently. This year, there would be 3 winners, it doesn't matter which district they come from. Another new rule was that there would be two girls from district 14, my district, because the boys were considered 'sacred' as there were not many of them left. I was happy with this rule as it meant that I had a higher chance of getting into the Hunger Games.