"Thomas Fletcher!"
No, no, no, no, no, not now... How was it possible? This must be some kind of joke, my breath was stuck in my throat, of course it wasn't a joke. I always thought this would never happen to me, I've spend my life seeing kids year after year walk to that stage with lifeless eyes and a melancholic attitudes, who would blame them? It was terrific. How could someone do such things? It wasn't the ideal time to have nasty thoughts about our government. I had been selected. I, I hadn't even considered it as a possibility. I was already eighteen, I had a girlfriend and already settled future plan, I would work at my parent's Vegetables shop, it was a relevant job, it worked right and we had a lot of costumers, that's why I had never had to demand any tesels, there was just a tiny possibbility of me being selected. I had a perfect job, I had Giovanna and I just had to go over one selection and then I was free. And now my life had come to the limit.
I could hear whispers all around me as I walked soundlessly towards the stage. I had to bit my botton lip real hard to keep from crying and I was fighting my body from shaking. I could hear Gio's soft sobs when I passed by the girls stall. I couldn't afford to look at her. And I knew I was being filmed. And I wasn't going to allow myself to show any emotion. Not yet.
I got to the stage and observed down to all the people ironically dressed to celebrate this day. I felt sick. And I had to remind myself once more of how I had to stop acting sensitive or weak. It was the most sensible thing to do.
The other selected was there, a fifteen year old girl I barely knew, she was crying and mumbling under her breath, she looked tiny and lonesome. My pity grew up as the ceremony went on. I wasn't just worried about my future, I was also wondering what would happen to us, to all of the kids forced to compete against each other and fight to the death, just one of us will survive, that was certain, but there was no other option, kill or be killed. I was certain I had to do the best I could to come back home, for my parents, for my someday to be fiancee and especially for me. But as I stared down at the crowd I realized how wrong I was. No one in our district had ever won the hunger games since I have memory , we even had to borrow people from the capitol to be our leaders. And as I looked at the girl who will be representing our district with me I was so overflowed with self-pity that the sympathetic look I was planning on giving her couldn't make it through, I lacked strength and I lacked of will. And as a fifteen-year-old Rosaline Garlinthon returned my gaze I could only think of one thing. District 11 will never succeed. As our capitol leader I had never in my life learnt the name of spoke too sweetly it stuck in my ears, replaying over and over again.
"Congratulations to our lovely distric eleven tributes and welcome to the seventy-first hunger games!"
So this is a new story. as i was watching Dougie's I'm a celbrity... i thought it'd be wicked awesome to write a fic about something similar. but I thought it'd be way better if it wasn't controlled by cameras and stuff, so way more extreme. and then I thought of the Hunger Games. so i thought I'd give it a shot, i like where this might go. and I chose Tom because he's the most human of the lot. and i really do support Tiovanna but we're going to have to miss them for a little while. Anyway i hope you liked it. Please review:) Xxx