I made this for a friend for her eighteenth birthday, since she is completely obsessed with The Hunger Games. It's only short but I only had a month to do it. Anyway, enjoy!
IMAGINE...
You're standing in the crowd of boys and girls from the Seam. You know them by face, some even by name. You know that in the next five minutes or so two will be chosen to represent District 12 in the annual Hunger Games. Only one can come back alive. All you can do is hope that your name is not pulled from the bowl.
Your name is in there twenty times. Maybe more. You've lost count of the many tesseraes you've taken to keep your family from starvation. You hope it's not you.
Effie White is smiling on the stage in her ridiculously coloured wig, her bright clothes and manicured nails. She is a product of the Capitol. You hate the Capitol. You hate them for making you hope that it's not you.
Her well polished nails reach into the bowl, curling around a slip of paper. You hope it's not you. Everywhere there is silence. You hope it's not you. Everyone is staring at the slip as Effie carefully unfolds it. You hope it's not you. Everything inside you is screaming to run. Because you know. You knew the minute she picked up that slip of paper.
It is you.
Welcome to the Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favour.