Inspiration for this fan fiction struck while my town was under severe tornado warning. No, literally. It was terrifying. BUT, 5 uprooted trees and countless scrapes later, I finally finished the outline. I'm ecstatic to share it with you, and I hope you'll give it a chance! Here's my layout for I Will Survive: each district will have the first 1-12 chapters for their separate reaping. Keep in mind, this fan fic will not be completely accurate according to glee, and The Hunger Games, but I assure you that I will try my best. Remember- every time that you rate and comment, somewhere, a child is given shoes. (Not really, I would love for rating and comments, though!) I would appreciate your feedback! Enjoy!
Chapter One: District One; Sebastian Smythe
Beads of sweat trickled down the body of Sebastian Smythe as he finished his daily training. It was a precautionary measure for children from 8 to 18 in District 1 to train, in case of the unlikely event that their name were to be drawn at the reaping, and as always, Sebastian took an extra hour than all the others to train. Again, as always, something didn't seem to sit right with the boy. His mind raced even more than usual, yet it was not unusual. Was it because today was the day of the reaping? Maybe. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying as hard as possible to dwell on the small amount of positives that he could muster. I haven't got drawn yet. It's a slim chance of me getting drawn. He repeated the phrase in his head, chanting it to himself subconsciously, but the constant fear that sat in the pit of his stomach remained. Being the wealthiest district of Panem, no one dared to admit their terror, which made it all the more frightening. Sebastian, slightly fatigued, held his stomach as she walked out of the designated training area. Immediately as he reached the others, his hand fell to his side, and faux cockiness shimmered in his face.
"An extra hour, Sebastian?" Star, Sebastian's trainer inquired as she handed him a bleach white towel baring District 1's seal.
"You never know," was Sebastian's response.
Star bared a understanding nod, as she retreated the towel that Sebastian used to blot the sweat from his body.
"Well, hurry up with your shower, and get ready! The reaping is soon," Star warned, and Sebastian nodded, striding to the showers, and thus, he embarked himself for yet another reaping.
Sugar Motta
Sugar Motta double, triple, and quadruple checked her reflection on her cedar vanity, making sure that every single detail of her demeanor was statuesque for the reaping. It was, after all, an opportunity to look her best, even though she knew she was already perfect. Dressing up, partying after the reaping, that's all it meant to her. Besides, she wasn't entered nearly as many times as the others, so the thought of getting drawn hadn't really crossed her mind. Why would it? It was like, a 12 in bazillion percent chance of getting drawn. She was also far too pretty to be chosen. Well, at least when I get my hair sorted, she thought, brushing it out, and smiling at herself. Easy fix. She skipped from her vanity to where her assortment of shoes of all shapes and colors were, and picked out her favorite ones. The elegance she braced upon her feet were usually only seen in the Capitol, making them very rare and expensive. It was a good thing that her father was connected to the Capitol, or else she was sure she'd die. She'd just die!
Finally, after everything was as harmonious as could be, Sugar winked back at the mirror. The poised girl then debouched outside, waving at her friends to come and walk with her.
"Hey, Sug," a brunette girl with short hair said, "You look awesome!"
"I know," She said, simply, shrugging her off. "You look…" She didn't think to finish, because on her way to the square, she saw Sebastian Smythe, a boy she hadn't previously thought to converse smirked, and winked at Sugar, and she rolled her eyes, and continued to where the reaping was to be held.
The Tributes
The square was crowded, females and males alike scattered throughout the place, Peacekeepers doing their duty. Everyone seemed as somber as District 1 would be, except for Emma Pillsbury, the announcer of who was to be drawn and attend the games. It was obvious she was a representative from the capitol, her fiery red hair matched her makeup, gloves with flamboyant crimson flowers placed on it. She grinned a toothy beam as her lips curled upright, a grin plastered on her face. Emma Pillsbury then walked up to the podium, waiting for the twelve though eighteen year old to file into their designated area, youngest and back and eldest in front, as always. Once everyone was in their place, the mayor began hurriedly reading through the past victors, as they stepped on the stage. District One was fortunate to have so many victors, at they all stepped up, waved, and sat down. The entirety of the square tensed up as Emma stepped up to the podium.
"Happy Hunger Games!" she exclaimed in her petite-yet-shrilly voice, "and may the odds ever be in your favor!" Her grin got even wider as she exclaimed, "the Hunger Games are a thrilling time, don't you agree?"
The audience clapped, (as they were forced to,) and Emma bouncily read off the history of the Games, the same story told for 74 years. Finally, the time arose to draw the sacrifices, the tributes, for this year's impending games.
"Let's get started, shall we? Ladies first!" She placed her gloved hand into the bowl, and out came the white slip of paper. Every girl, and their family, held their breath, as Emma called out, "Sugar Motta!"
The crowd fell silent. Heads faced toward Sugar, and she couldn't help but blink confusedly. She was in a state of shock, an internal paralysis. Sugar's friends looked at her, saying things along the lines of "Go up!" and "C'mon, Sugar!". When she didn't budge, a Peacekeeper grabbed her arm, and Sugar whisked away, disbelief on her face. No. No no no no no NO! This can't be right. There is NO WAY this is right! Sugar thought to herself, making a small scene as she was dragged upon the stage. The victors shared a knowing glance with Sugar, a sympathetic glare. Sugar tried to poise herself, and Emma, trying to distract everyone, said "Well, isn't this just oodles of fun? But the fun continues! Now for our male tribute!"
This time, the males tensed up, along with their families, and the similar apprehensive looks scattered around the square. Emma walked to the crystal bowl containing the boy's names, and drew. She quickly said, "Sebastian Smythe!"
There was no gleam of emotion on Sebastian's face as he walked up. He knew that he was going to be called. That feeling in the pit of his stomach, that was fate, and it could not be ignored or avoided, try as he might.
Sugar looked at Sebastian. She recalled that Sebastian regularly took after-hour training, which was very good for her. They would ally, and later on in the games, she would break it. Her plan: Find out his strengths and weaknesses, and kill him off. She would emerge victorious.
Sebastian and Sugar, along with the entire square, remained silent as the mayor read off the Treaty of Treason. Finally, everyone was dismissed, except for those who wished to say goodbye. Sugar's friends, and admirers bolted up to her aid. There was no one for Sebastian.
"Sugar! You'll win, right?" A girl, presumably 10 years of age asked.
Sugar smiled confidently. "Of course! I'm way more skilled than anyone else, anyway!"
The child nodded in agreement, and said "Bye, Sugar!" as her mom swept her up. Sugar waved at her.
The Peacekeepers came and collected Sebastian and Sugar, and the two embarked on their journey to the capitol.
And that's the end of Chapter One: District One! Next up, District Two, which should be posted a week from now! Thank you for reading!
