OK so I thought maybe that Rose would do amazing in The Hunger Games. I stressed my thoughts to my friend and she told me to write a short story of it.
So here it is, without further ado.

Rose Tyler sat, her back agasint the hard, rough wood of the spruce tree. She wiped away the small amount of tears sprouting at her eyes. She was about 12 feet up, and had little supplies. She opened the small pouch she had found and looked inside. There was a small, half eaten bag of dried meat, a flashlight, and a canteen. Nothing else. Rose shook her head. Why did that man look at her like that? Why did she feel she knew him? This was getting painful. With the death of Donna, and betrayal of Sarah-Jane, Rose was breaking. And it was only day two...

BEFORE

Rose stood painfully still as the wildly dressed man called names.

"Frederick Anderson. Annabeth Mennly."

Fifty names where to be called for the annual 100th hunger games. Each tribute was to be associated with at least one other tribute, as a speacial 'treat', as they called it. Rose's name had not been called yet, but tomorrow was the last day, and she doubted it would happen.

"And last, but not least... Tabitha Smith." He called. The tributes kissed their three fingers, and lifted them to the sky, whistling a soft tune. Rose, and the hundreds of others in the crowd echoed the action.

Rose moved quickly back to her house, jostled by the crowd. She looked around, and saw tears running down peoples faces. Mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, neighbors and friends of the tributes cried of their friends almost sure death. Rose had no one in this universe. Her mother passed, her father left, and her Doctor was closed off. She was alone and afraid. Still, loneliness meant no one she loved would be sent to the games, and that kept her going.

Rose reached the small hut and plopped on the bed, switching on the small, black and white telly she owned. The war was still all over the news. District four has fallen. Only fifteen more people needed for the games, and district 6 has trained forty new peacekeepers. The news was always like that. The games, the war, and more peacekeepers. That was all that was on the telly, ever. The stupid war and blood spill of the games made life miserable for everyone. The capitol didn't care. They never did.

It was late, and Rose needed to get up early tomorrow. She flopped unto her bed and pulled the thin, cotton sheets over her body. Dreaming of blue boxes and far off places...

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Rose scrubbed her body of the filth that seemed so keen as to stock to her legs. She washed her hair and face in the cold tub, and dried herself with a thin, scratchy towel. She put her hair in a curly bun, and slipped on her simple, pink dress. It had buttons up the front, and frill at the bottom. She spun around in the mirror.

"Why do I have to give an absolute damn what these people think of me?" She said aloud, to no one in particular. With one last glance in the mirror, she opened the door, and walked towards the reaping area, followed by many younger and older members of district thirteen. She saw a young girl, crying and clinging to her mothers dress. She shook her head, and ignored it. She couldn't do anything about it, so why care?

She stopped in her age area, and looked up at the xcreen, playing over the pictures of the war. She watched silently as the blood splatter over the screen,a nd the video ended. The man clapped, but no one joined him. He cleared his throat.

"I have some very good news, my friends. We seem to have picked thirteen players from a...er... different district. We will only be drawing two names this lcky day!" He exclaimed, and smiled widely. There where murmers among the crowd. The man walked over the the boys bowl and dramatically moved his hand around over the papers, finally picking out one from the bottom.

"Josh Baker." He said, and many people turned too look at the buff boy. He straightened and walked forward, his chest puffed out. The man patted him on the shoulder, and walked to the girls bowl.

"Okay, now here we go, ladies."

He reached in and plucked a paper from the top. She opened it, and studied it.

"Rose Tyler."