This is my version of the 73rd Hunger Games. Enjoy:)
Everybody groaned when I walked up the stage.
I groaned as well.
Out of everybody in District 12, I was probably the least capable of them all to compete in the Hunger Games. I had no survival skills whatsoever, I was weak, caring, I hated blood, and about as unlovable as a thousand mosquitoes who had taken refuge in your bed.
As well as groaning, everybody whispered too;
"She'll be dead in the first hour"
"No way is she going to get any sponsors"
"I can't stand this"
" At least she'll die of her own stupidity so we won't watch her get brutally murdered"
The last one stung. I prided myself on my intelligence and to hear it squished was painful.
" When she comes out the other end she'll be as madder than Haymitch!" exclaimed Old Joe
Ahh, old Joe. He always knew when a tribute would come out the other end 90% of the time, from any district. Unfortunately this year was the other 10%.
His friend replied; "She already gets hallucinations, how could it get any worse?"
I'm in a daze as they pronounce the male tribute- Yale Greenwell.
He's seventeen years old, the butchers son. He could easily crush me with one hand with his muscled arms. I'm from The Seam, so I have absolutely no chance against him. My bad luck just keeps coming doesn't it? He pays no attention to me, and I can see he is looking for his girl in the crowd. At least he has a chance of coming home to her.
I could faintly see my mother crying as the anthem played, but something else in the crowd distracted me. Mella was running towards me, on the stage, reaching to claw my eyes ou-
No. She is being restrained by Peacekeepers. She is yelling that I am mentally insecure and that it is immoral to enter me as a the mutts in the Capitol care! They take her away, but in my mind she attacks Old Joe with a knife.
Stab.
Stab.
Stab.
Blood.
Guts.
Heart-wrenching screams.
More blood.
More guts.
Stab.
Stab.
Before we know it we are being carted away to say good bye to our family. None of them had any significant advice to give me as we all knew I would have no chance of winning at all.
"Honey,' my mum said grasping my arm ' You'll be fine. Just find water and shelter and then go from there." She started tearing up and couldn't say anything more until they drag her away
"I love yo-"
The door slammed.
For the first time since I got selected, sadness overwhelmed me, engulfed me and I didn't know what I was going to do. I realised that I actually cared whether I came out alive or not, no matter how crappy my life was. I also realised that being in my usual daze would do me no good.
Then I saw him and suddenly everything became sharper.
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