The 43rd Hunger Games No Strings Attached

by Hunger Games Is Life

WAIT DONT SCROLL PAST, CLICK ON ME! This S.Y.O.T is a Completed story, please still read it because it's a good story with memorable characters and... discriptive deaths. THE 43RD HUNGER GAMES! WHO... WILL... WIN!

11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11: District 9 Interviews

Thank you district 8. Now it's time for DISTRICT 9. The crowd cheers. Please welcome Psychedora Cannova. The girl stands up and fixes her white cocktail dress. The sparkles give off a bluish glow matching her eyes. As she walks her shoulder length brown hair waves back and forth. She gets to the chair, fixes her dress then sits. She is smiling nervously. Calm down Psychedora I won't bite, she reassures her.

So Psychedora, what do you think people underestimate about you the most? Well it's probably that I'm actually really strong. Really, says Star. Yep, a lot of people don't expect anything from me but I can actually do a lot more than they expect.

So what do you do usually do when you have free time Pyschedora, Star asks? Usually I'll be helping someone out, like my mother or neighbours.

The interview goes on rather smoothly and she seems nice, sweet even. Finally the buzzer goes off and Psychedora goes back to her seat. Now next up we have Wilium Aryx. He stands up and just by looking at his brown eyes you can tell he is fighting back tears.

He is very small. He stands at about 4'10 and seems no bigger than an eight year old. He has messy blond hair and is wearing a blue suit and tie. When he finally gets to the chair he sits cross legged and droops his head. Awww buddy what's wrong? It's just that I don't want to die Star. It's as if being reaped is your one way ticket to your death. Seriously, look at all of us up here. Only one of us can win. One of us will live and the other 23 will die. You will never see us again. We will never see our family's again. We will be gone forever.

The audience gives a giant aww as he starts to cry. Come here little man, says Star. He gets up and sits on Star's lap wrapping his arms around her neck. He sniffles loudly for a few minutes as the audience slowly starts to feel bad for him. Star, he mumbles. Yes. Don't let them take me to the arena. I don't want to die. The entire audience starts to silently bawl. Finally Star says, sorry Wilium but rules are rules and I can't take you out of the arena.

I just want to go home and wake up from this nightmare, he announces. The buzzer goes off and he gets off Stars lap. He wipes his face clean of tears and snot with his sleeve and yells, I WANT MY MOMMY! Then he runs back to his chair and sits with his knees up to his chest and hides his face.