Hello! I am a new author on fanfiction! This is technically my first fanfiction, but I've made many stories and one shots before. I don't know how to make chapters and stuff so please bear with me! I accept constructive criticism , but please no flames. I'm sorry if there is any grammatical mistakes or misspelled words. Oh, I tend to repeat words a lot but I'm trying really hard to expand my vocabulary! That's pretty much it! Okay, on with the story. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally- neither does my pet robbot with a waffle \[*0*]/ (#)
ALLY'S POV
I fixed my outfit once more before stepping through the double doors of Marino High School. Today was the day everyone dreaded. Today was reaping day.
**Line Break**
I looked at my peers as I walked up to registration. I spied my best friend Dallas and my thirteen year old sister, Megan. My mind flashedbacked to this morning:
"Don't cry, Megan. There are 500 other students in this school. You won't get picked, I promise," I consoled Megan. A teary eyed girl looked up at me.
"How many times has your name been put in there?" she asked. I frowned as I thought about it. You see, every year starting from Gr. 8, your name gets put once in a draw until you graduate. Marino High School once had the best status out of all 12 outstanding schools, that is until the 25th Singing Games. Ever since then, for 14 years, we've downgraded from the greatest, to the worst of the best, if that made any sense.
"Four times," I finally answered.
"Oh."
" We better get going, we're going to be late," I said as I got up.
"Name and age?" A young aggravated lady who's nametag said Felicity asked flatly, snapping me out of my daydream.
"Ally Dawson and 16," I replied. Felicity looked down at her clipboard. She flipped some pages until she found the page she was looking for.
"Allyson Marie Dawson?" she questioned. I cringed as I nodded. Oh, how much I hated hearing my full name.
"Third row on the left." And with that I walked inside the auditorium full of kids.
**Line Break**
I examined the crowd again and found Dallas. Our eyes locked and I knew what he was saying. He was wishing me good luck as I did to him, just through our eyes. I then spotted Megan looking more worried than ever. I looked at her with reassuring eyes. Just then, a shrill sound filled the whole auditorium and all the students quieted down at once. On stage came our escort, Bonnibel Bubblegum (1).
"Welcome, welcome, to the 40th Singing Games. And now for the history of the Singing Games," Bonnibel says as she points to the overhead screen.
"The Singing Games, a competition held every year where the 12 greatest schools all over the country compete in winning the title, 'Singing Games Champion'. The winning school receives a year supply of supplies- anything they need. The Singing Games are held every year to know the status of America's most outstanding schools. Happy Singing Games, remember to sing your hearts out and may the odds be ever in your favour."
They played that same video every year. It was starting to get annoying.
"Okay! Now the moment we've been waiting for! Name time! Ladies first!" Bonnibel placed her hand in the bowl with all the girls' names and shuffled it around. She finally picked a card and opened it.
"Megan Dawson," she finally said. No. No, no, no, no! I was winded. This cannot be happening! My little sister has stage fright! She can't go on stage.
"Megan Dawson? Yoo-hoo!" Bonnibel repeated. I saw Megan slowly walk towards the stage. By then I lost it.
"I volunteer! I volunteer as singer!" I screamed as I ran toward my sister. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dallas carry Megan away as she screamed no. Bonnibel had a flustered look but she tried to put this train back on track.
"Well! Here's our first volunteer from Marino High School! And your name is?"
"Ally Dawson."
"And I assume that was your sister?" Bonnibel questioned. I silently nod.
"Well, Ally Dawson everyone!" I saw all the students silently clap.
"Now for the boys!" Bonnibel continued. She placed her hand in the second bowl and picked out a card and opened it.
"Austin Moon," she stated. Oh no! Not him! He was the boy that saved me from a falling stage light when we were cleaning the stage after our annual school musical. I hate it when I owe people- and I owe him. Austin walked onto the stage. Bonnibel introduced him once more and turned to face the crowd of students.
"The representatives of Marino High School!" Bonnibel said and gently pushed both of us off the stage. She led us into two separate classrooms and told us to sit down. I knew what was going to happen. I waited for the confronting of my family. And that was more dreadful than being picked as representative.
(1) I got this from Adventure Time. It's Princess Bubblegum's full name. Hahaha right? Huh? Huh? Never mind.
What I mean by based on the Hunger Games is the number of tributes and the competition. That's pretty much it. There is no killing/violence in here though.
I just proof read this and I realize that I put a lot of dialogue. I'll do better on the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it though!
P.S. If I want to post another chapter, do I continue on the same document I started on (I use Microsoft Word) or do I put it on a new one? Please PM or review the answer. Thank you!
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trixehloveforever xx :)