"Our seventy-sixth district tributes, Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel!" Effie Trinket says in an intoxicating happy voice.
I look at Rachel. I never 'talked' to her but heard word about her. She was one of the wealthy people here, well it matters the way you describe wealthy. She's the mayors' daughter so of course she never had to lift a finger or do the Tessera. Since this is her fifth year she only had five entries.
I had to do fifteen entries in the ball this year. Life in district nine kind of suck. No we aren't the poorest district like district twelve but we are poor. Living with just me and my dad we don't have our bellies full like Rachel or people from district one, two, or four but we make it by. Ever since I was twelve I've had to do the Tessera for me and my dad so that we'd be able to survive the year on that and the small amount of money my father makes. So if you add my Tessera my dads' Tessera and then my entree that makes three. Now multiply that by five.
I'm sixteen and I've never suspected in this life of mine that I'd be in the Hunger Games. I knew that I have more of a chance of getting in but never thinking 'Hey I'm going to be a tribute next year'. All that is going on in my head is what my father will do without me. He can't take care of himself ever since his heart attack. I would ask a friend to help but no one wants to be with the district gay.
I look down at everyone. I wonder what they're what they're thinking; probably 'Poor Rachel' or 'that fag isn't going to last the first hour.' Well I'm most certain that I'll at least last the first week.
"Well you two, shake hands!" Effie says.
Rachel puts out a manicured hand and I shake it firmly. I knew just by the way she wiped her hand on her teal dress that she was a bitch and was going to be a pane in the ass for the next week or so.
The peacekeepers' takes us to the Justice hall and I sit on a velvet coach. I then let all my emotions I have been hiding for the last hour come out. My father, Burt, then comes in. I know he sees me crying but I don't care he's is my father he wouldn't judge me. We sit there for a couple of moments in silence until my father puts an arm around me.
"Kurt I'm sorry. I put you in this position. If had taken better care of myself this wouldn't be happening; you wouldn't have did the Tessera if I had gotten-"
"Dad please," I say taking a shaky breath. "If I hadn't of did the Tessera we wouldn't be alive."
Then there's another wave of silence. All I can think of is how I'm going to get mauled at the arena. I'm a small pale boy with a relatively high voice. That screams easy target.
I feel tears starting to spring into my eyes. I don't want to cry anymore but I can't stop it. How could I, knowing that this will be the last time I'd be with the only family I have. Then feel calloused hand in my soft ones'
"Kurt promises I know this will be hard but please promise me that you will fight. Fight as hard as you can and make this district remembers you name." Burt says holding in his emotions as hard as he can.
Before I can answer, the peacekeepers come and tell my father his time is up. Leaving me in the room my fathers' words still ringing in my ears fight as hard as you can and make this district remember your name.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter but if I get some positive reviews then I'll post tomorrow a 2,000 word chapter! REVIEW
