Garrett Hodges, District 11
"Well this is just a simple song
To say what you done."
The Shins, Simple Song
What is life?
Where did we come from from?
Who created us?
People have always said that I'm a bit philosophical. They're not wrong, not in the slightest. The nature of life is something I've spent far too much time thinking about, especially considering that I'm going to die in 24 hours.
The Hunger Games. What psychotic, twisted mind gave birth to such a horrendous idea? What mindless sheep herd of a civilization would willingly play along with it, if for no other reason than to pass the time? It's enough to make a philosopher like me weep.
I may have a bit of a problem with the idea of the Games, but some of those around me don't. The huge, silent boy from Seven is one. The small, foxlike girl from Three is another. But I run from them both, and as they fight to destroy each other, the sheer terror of watching two people, innocent before thrust into this animalistic struggle for survival, tear each other apart commands my attention.
So much that I don't see the little 14-year-old boy from Eleven shove his sickle into my throat.
This is the shortest one so far, mostly because I'm just trying to push through until I get through the first decade. It's pretty hard to get through them, but I've got a cool idea for Lucy Gray next chapter which'll round out the decade and segue into the more evolved version of the Games that we know from the original trilogy and the movies.