A/N: Hey this is kiwiblossom12 uploading the second chapter. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan and Phil or there cool webshows.
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I felt my heart speed up as I heard the warning bell in the distance, signaling it was time to go. After tucking in my shirt and fixing my hair I made my way into our small kitchen where my mother was nursing a cup of tea. She smiled when she saw me, but it didn't reach her eyes. She tried to hide it, but I knew she was just as scared and worried as I was. On a day like this there was always one horrifying thought on everyone's minds.
Am I going to be picked?
She stood up and tenderly squeezed my hand, while giving me a reassuring smile only a mother could. No words were exchanged as we walked out of the house and were swept up in the flow of people walking towards the meeting point.
Like sheep to the slaughter.
Upon arrival, the Peace Keepers made quick work of separating my mother and me. After checking in I was ushered over to join the other 17 year old boys. I spotted my friend Remy, and sent a small wave in his direction. He waved back and gave me thumbs up. I was about to mouth something to him, when the Capitol Anthem started to blare out of the speakers.
Jubilee Vickerson scampered up the stairs as the song came to an end. She quickly fluffed her ruby colored hair, and plastered a million dollar smile on her face.
"Welcome everyone to the 23rd annual Hunger Games."
She surveyed the crowd as if expecting us to jump up for joy and cheer, but like always no one said a word.
Jubilee coughed uncomfortably, but continued on.
"Today is a special day, we will be picking one courageous young man and woman to represent District 11 in this year's games. So here we go."
Two peace keepers walked up onto the stage and set down the bowls in front of Jubilee. She smiled brightly and thanked the two.
"Ladies First."
Jubilee reached into the bowl, and after a few seconds of digging grabbed a piece of paper and raised it up high. She took her sweet time opening the slip and the tension in the air only grew thicker. It seemed like an eternity before she finally announced the poor soul's name.
"Lilly Jenson!"
There was a scream and someone could be heard sobbing. After a few seconds a girl with stringy brown hair walked up onto the stage. She looked as if she had seen a ghost and was shaking uncontrollably.
I sighed and cursed under my breath. There was no way this girl would win. The stupid Capitol was sending her to her death.
Jubilee smiled brightly and ushered the frightened girl to stand on her left. Once again she fluffed her hair and began to speak.
"Well isn't this one cute. None the less, we must move on. Now the boys."
Someone must have told her to hurry it up, because she didn't waste any time reaching into the bowl and grabbing a piece of paper. She called out the name and my heart stopped.
"Phil Lester!"
My mouth went dry and I started to sweat. It seemed as if everyone's eyes were on me, filled with either pity or relief. I had no choice but to slowly make my way to the stage. Everyone scattered to either side of me so I would have a clear path.
I felt like Moses parting the Red Sea.
Jubilee gave me a smile and beckoned me with her fingers. To others it would have seemed like a friendly gesture, but to me it was the devil himself inviting me to hell.
I finally reached the stage and was placed on Jubilee's right. I looked over at Lilly and acknowledged her with a nod of my head. She glanced at me, and I saw that her eyes were filled with fear and resignation.
Jubilee looked at Lilly and me and gave us one of her annoyingly bright smiles.
"Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you our District 11 tributes, Lilly Jenson and Phil Lester!"
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I numbly sat on the couch and stared at the floor. My mind couldn't seem to understand that I was being sent to my execution, so I just stopped trying to. Suddenly the door was jerked opened and a Peace Keeper stood in the doorway.
"You have two minutes."
The words had barely left his mouth before I was fully engulfed in a hug by my mother. Her body racked with sobs and I could feel her tears wetting my shirt. I tried my best not to cry, tried to be strong for the both of us, but somehow a stray tear slipped out anyway. I rubbed her back soothingly, in the same way she used to do for me. She let out a few more cries and then looked up at me.
"Please, Promise me you'll come home."
My mother's plea almost reduced me to a sobbing quivering mess myself. I whole heartedly wished that I could say "yes", but I couldn't. The worst thing I could do was give her false hope. The odds of me winning were close to zero. I didn't want to make a promise that I would more than likely break.
"Mom, I'm sorry, but I…"
"Promise me!" She screamed.
Her voice was filled with so much desperation and pain that I couldn't take it anymore. She wanted me to make that promise.
So I did.
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I hate the Capitol.