The 100th Hunger Games
Ch. 1
I stand nervously, sweat building up on the palm of my hand. My legs were shaking and my eyesight was blurry. I look around me. Everyone is looking just as nervous as I am. Then, with no warning whatsoever, the announcer's voice booms over the microphone.
"Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor! Since it is indeed a Quarter Quell, we will have 4 boys and 4 girls compete in the Hunger Games this year!" That made the whole atmosphere of the area turn from nervous to extreme nervousness! That is a higher chance of me being chosen for the Hunger Games! The announcer goes over toward the clear bowl and says:
"Ladies first!" She reaches her hand into the bowl and withdraws a small piece of paper.
"The first girl to participate in the Hunger Games is..."she looks down on the piece of paper.. "Hope Granger!" A piercing screech echoes through the air. A frightened 13 year old girl appears from the crowd. Peacekeepers lead her to the stage. A stream of clear tears is visable even from where I was standing.
"Next is..." she picks a second piece of paper. "Lauren Fromage!" Weeps filled the air once again. This time, though, a 16 year old girl comes out from the crowd. She marches up to the stage, obviously holding back tears.
"Thirdly..." She, once again, observes the paper. "Daisy Westerfield!" A 12 year old walks up to the stage, while her parents sobbed.
"One more!" The final paper. Silence. And then, "Morgan Tresean!" I freeze at the sound of my name. I feel the tears well up inside of me, desperate to escape. My feet appear to be glued to the cement, until two Peacekeepers come and pry them away. As I ascend upon the stage, I hear the heart-breaking weeps from my mom and two sisters, Marigold and Emma. I stand and stare straight at my family. My mom's eyes are red and very watery. Marigold is hidden within her hands. Emma is crying around my mom's leg. The announcer moves on with the boys. So far, she's called up Martin Fredrickson, Joey Kardent and Thyme Goddfred. One left.
"The last one is...Basil Snider!" Oh. My. God. Me and my best friend in the Hunger Games...could this day get any worse? Basil is the same age as me, 14. He comes up to the stage looking like he could just pass out right then and there.
"These are your tributes from District 11! Good luck and may the odds be ever in their favor!" The announcer leaves us to find our way to the "Good-bye Station". Tears stream down my face at the thought that this may be my last time to see my family. Forever.
To be continued...