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The 2nd Hunger Games
I might as well be dead right now. No point in living at the moment, anyway. I walk up to the stage, still shocked. This is the day of the the second reaping of the Hunger Games. I look up at the Host, my eyes full of a newly born hatred. He simply smirks.
"Congratulations, Sam," He says, with a hollow feeling to it. His accent doesn't help. "You have been selected as the male Tribute for District 10!" He claps, urging the audience to follow in a meaningless round of applause. Well that doesn't take a detective, I think, angrily. I step onto the stage, staying as far away from that freak as possible. I face the rest of the District. I want to cry. Cry, crawl up in a corner, and forget this even happened. But I can't. I know that. I need to seem strong, which was the same as saying I am not scared. I am full of fear. Geez, soon I'm going to going to cry anyway. I fight my feelings and let a shallow smirk cross my face. The crowd relaxes a little. They at least know I'm not about to give up on life. Or they think. My stomach tightens as the Host moves over to the girls' Reaping Ball. I know that whoever he picks will die by my hand or I will have to let die. I clench my fists. I don't want to hear the next words.
"And the female Tribute will be..." He pauses for a dramatic effect. He slowly unfolds the paper, making the girls sweat. "Meil Burkre!" He looks around, pretending to look for her. I see a small girl, maybe about 14, walking up towards the stage. I can tell she is holding back tears.
"Congratulations, Meil," says the Host. Again this was a hollow remark. "You have been selected as the female Tribute for the 2nd Annual Hunger Games!" He mockingly applauds. This time, however, no one joins in. They scowl at the Host, who doesn't seem to register he has overstayed his welcome. Instead he shakes both of our hands and says, "Ladies and gentlemen, the District 10 Tributes!" He grabs our hands and lifts them high. I sigh. I'm enjoying this less than starvation.
"Dammit," I mutter under my breath. The host turns to face me, and gives me a I'm-gunna-make-sure-you-die look. Well that's great. Not even past the reaping ceremonies and someone already hates me. Wonderful. The Host lets go of our hands and walks up to the microphone again. I walk over to Meil, who is nearly half my size. She is brown-haired, olive skinned, and is shedding a few tears.
"Don't worry," I say. "You'll be alright." I add a small smile to this. Meil Shyly smiles and then looks away.
"And that concludes the 2nd reaping! Good day everyone!" Says the Host with his retarded British accent (I'm British, so please don't take offence). Suddenly a hooded man grabs hold of me and Meil and drags us off of the stage. "Dammit! Dammit to hell!" I scream at the Host. He smiles evilly and waves goodbye with his first two fingers. I hate him. I hate his very existence. I glare with my hate stare, that I had been practicing, at the man barely 20 meters away. The hooded man dragged us behind a door, and it shut.
"Your family's will be here soon. Stay put." He says emptily. He turns and walks away. "Where are we?" Meil asks me nervously. "I don't know. Its that grey building they built last year." I reply, standing up. She nods, scared. This is the Justice Building, it was built last year to house the Tributes until the train for the Capitol arrived. Now we are inside it. I would like it if it were different circumstances, as the decorations are beautiful . They show pictures of dying or dead people, but beautiful nonetheless. I don't know how long I stare at the pictures, because soon I get tackled by a large boy. "Ooff!" I let out, as I am tackled to the floor. "Hey, bro!" I hear the boy say. Liam. He's my brother, 3 years younger than me, and extremely annoying. "Hey dude. Come to see me off?" I say while taking him off me. He starts to cry. "Your not coming back, are you?" He says, on the verge of crying. "I, I-" I don't finish because he embraces me and bursts out in tears. "Don't die, Sam! Don't die!" A new wave of tears comes running down his face. I don't want to upset him. So instead of just telling him the truth and that I will die, I say the stupidest thing ever. "Don't worry. I'll come back. I promise." Way to go me.
OK, so thanks for reading! If i have time, ill update before Easter. Maybe. I'm busy with video games and such. Call of Duty Calls, ya know? so does ff and LoZ, buuut...yeah :) Please review if you have the time.