Writers Won't Survive: The 197th Hunger Games

by Insane Chocolate Porcupine

There are many foolish children in the districts who write stories about the games as a form of fun. As entertainment. They are not in the least bit frightened of them. These children must be eliminated, they must suffer. Let the 197th Hunger Games begin. 24 author 24 tribute collaboration, see inside or PM for details.

2. District 10 Female: Geoclyn Venras

THIS CHAPTER IS NOT BY HUNGERGAMESLOVER10210, IT IS BY DREAMWRITER5EVER

Geoclyn's POV

I wake up very early, before the sun. Slipping into worn sneakers and some clothes, I grab my notebook and a pencil. I quietly slip out the door and head towards the woods. Once there, I climb a tree, listening to the sounds of the crickets and even the occasional owl. I can never sleep till my alarm goes off on the day of the Reaping. Instead, I write poems and songs and stories. But, today, I can't write. There's something different about today, something...uneasy. Instead, I walk. I have to walk softly, though, for fear of waking predators or the cattle. Both could harm me if awakened suddenly. The time flies quickly, and soon, I'm dressed up for the reaping.

My younger sister, Reehna, stares up at me sadly. She's only seven. "Don't go," She whispers. I tell her, "Don't worry, kid. I'll come back." And I mean this, for I am the only one who will raise her. My father is a drunk, and my mother, she's...dead. I hunt once in a while, but I make a living from working overtime in the field, and in the markets. I sing in public, and take what people give me.

As I leave my sister with my best friend Jessy's family, he falls in step beside me. Dark hair falls in his face, hiding the hazel eyes he dislikes so much. I wipe the hair out of his face, "Stop that." He smiles, and I laugh. We split up, taking our seats. I take a shaky breath, smoothing my dress. Behind me, girls are whispering about Josh Whincrept's good looks. Beside me, girls whisper about their new Hunger Games stories. I ball my fists up. I am not one of them. I am an outcast.

The strange dressed man walks up on stage, "Welcome, welcome!" He smiles, waving. A hush falls upon the crowd. "Welcome to the 197th Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor! Let's get to it!" He shouts, and his hand dives into the girl's bowl, "Ladies first." He winks. I shut my eyes fearfully. It feels like hours, but finally he shouts, "And our female tribute representing District 10 shall be...Geoclyn Venras!"

All heads turn to me. I panic, but take breaths. Not in front of Reehna. I stand, head high, forcing my hand to stop rubbing my wrist, a nervous habit of mine. I sigh, as the crowd parts for me. I spot my sister trying to kick her way out of Cruda's-Jessy's mother-arms, silent tears slipping down her face. I look away. Then, I spot Jessy. He is staring right at me, 'I'll come with you,' He mouths. I shake my head, 'No,' I mouth back, 'Stay with Kandi and Huntar. And Reehna. Help my sister.' Kandy and Huntar are Jessy's little siblings. Tears roll down my now red cheeks, but I keep my head high.

"Come, darling," Mayor Pary says, looking sympathetic. I shrug off his hand on my shoulder. My mentor, a man that reminds me of my father from his drunk look, says, "Come, sweetheart, I'm Mikal." He winks at me, looking more like my father than ever. I stare at him. As Mikal says something else, I lock eyes with Jessy once again, I'm not going to survive, I think, while smiling to him, I barely know how to hunt, I can't tie a knot, all I know how to do is climb trees and write. And how am I supposed to kill somebody?' These questions take over my mind as the male tribute is called up.