The 73rd Annual Hunger Games
I wrote this parody in my school, using my classmates. Their names have been changed so I am able to use them. However, these characters are based off of real people. I don't care if you don't know who these people are. They are the characters so get used to it! XD
The beginning was a blur. A foggy memory of the days beforehand, leading up to me falling asleep and waking up on a train going 200 miles per hour. It is almost like I am in a swacked state. (For those who don't know, swacked means drunk.) I stumble around the decked out interior, completely dazed. I should be in a safe room, within a small town, waking up hourly to the constant wind howling at me through the window. Was I kidnapped? It was quiet throughout the train. I did not hear a thing. In a single, fleeting moment of panic, I believe that I would never be able to see the familiar faces of my friends and family.
That was until I open a cold metal door and come face-to-face with a girl wearing a…..mustache. Her choppy brown hair was layered in not only placement, but color. The top part of her hair is a dark brown, the middle when the light shone on it appears to be a light brown, and the ends were lighter than the dark however darker than the light. In other words, it's a medium-like brown. It rests an inch past her shoulders. Her bangs fan themselves across her face in an attempt to cover her green eyes, which were surrounded by her black eyeliner. The only thing that sticks out was the black curly mustache above her lip. At the sight of me, the girl removes the mustache and slowly places it in her pocket, before speaking seriously in a French accent, "I've been expecting you."
I return her serious gaze, choosing my words carefully.
"Erica, where are we?" I ask my friend, already imagining her response.
"I dunno Danna! I know we're on a train though!" She smiles at me.
I roll my eyes, taking in her appearance. Erica doesn't seem injured, and her personality was still intact. She suddenly let out a cross between a manly and a girly scream, and I jump, whipping my head around quickly.
"Hello, Hello!" A clown-like lady welcomes me, and I can easily admit I screamed too.
Her hair was like an afro, powdered white to match her snowy skin. Rosy coloring dots her cheeks, and I could've swore I saw little butterflies at the ends of her eyelashes. She resembles Effie Trinket from the Hunger Games.
"Glad to see your awake! Now you both get to go met the others!" She announces, taking both Erica and I by the crooks of our arms and leads us down a hallway.
"I can walk bro." Erica pulls away from the Trinket look alike and walks beside her. However, she doesn't relinquish her grip on my arm.
"Over here!" She opens a door gently, giving me a little shove into the room.
To say the least, the colors in the room were outrageous. An assortment of orange, green, yellow, white and red furniture litter the room, taking up every possible crevasse. Three girls were sitting on a crimson couch, looking about themselves in amazement. The one on the far right had long chocolate brown hair and grey-blue eyes that instantly lit up when Erica and I enter the room. The girl next to her had wavy brown hair, turning blond from the lighting; it was equally as long as the previously mentioned. Her hazel eyes matched the color of her hair. A characteristic that stood out the most was her small stature. The last girl also had curly brown hair with light blond highlights. Her eyes were a piercing icy blue. A smile appears on her face and the ice from her eyes melts. All three of them were my friends, Taylor, Hanna and Destiny.
Erica and I shuffled across the green carpet and take a seat next to them in matching lemon colored chairs. I was still in shock, but Erica chatters away like it was nothing.
"How are you guys doing?!" The French accent was back, and Destiny tries to imitate her spot-on voice, "Just fine!"
"Hanna is upset. They made her change out of her giraffe-print pajamas." Taylor informs us, while Hanna nods sadly.
No offense to Hanna or her giraffe obsession, but I could care less at the moment. I want to know why all five of us are in a too colorful room with an Effie Trinket wannabe.
I look over to her and ask, "Why are we here?"
"To participate in the 73rd annual Hunger Games of course! All of you are tributes!" She replies cheerfully.
Destiny and Erica were not interrupted from there conversion about French mustaches, but the answer defiantly caught Hanna and Taylor's attention. The three of us stare at each other, unable to hide our shock. The Hunger Games?!
"The boys from your districts took a separate train. We'll be arriving at the Capitol soon!"
"What district?" Destiny asks, now taking on a British accent.
"Oh it's printed on your arms. Now I'll leave you to chat. Your mentor will fill you in later." She scurries out of the room while the rest of us look down at our arms or wrists technically.
Printed in neat black numbers on my wrist was the number 12. Taylor's was 3, Hanna's was 6, Destiny's was 5, and Erica's was 8.
"A tattoo!" Erica screeches, scrubbing the number furiously.
When the number doesn't disappear, and her skin turned bright red, she stops.
"The Hunger Games..." Hanna starts.
"We can't participate…" Taylor continues.
"Because there can only be one victor." I finish.
"Then we'll be allies!" Destiny suggests.
I was beginning to wonder when the shock will wear off for me and begin to dawn on Destiny and Erica.
"Ya bros! We can totally kick everyone's butt!" Erica says.
I'm not sure she understands the term, only one victor, but it is Erica after all…
"Look!" Hanna points to the window.
Her voice was followed closely by the deafening cry of a crowd. We had reached the Capitol. We all get up, simultaneously, and peer out the window into the faces of the Capitol people. They were cheering, clapping, and whistling at the sight of us. Erica and Destiny start acting as though as they were Prom Queen, waving their hands. But for Hanna, Taylor and I, reality just got more real. In less than two weeks away, we'll be fighting to the death in the Hunger Games Arena.
-Soul Spirit-