3.
I stood in shock after being told of the possible rebellion. Finally, we were going somewhere. I was lost in my thoughts until a shrill, squeaky voice sounded loudly throughout the square.
"Hello! Hello!" it screeched. "Welcome to the 43rd annual Hunger Games! I am Marina Nusmit and I am here to pick our lucky, lucky tributes that will fight honourably for District 11."
I looked up to see something that could've been a normal human at one point. A tiny woman with outrageously bright green hair stood on her toes to speak into a microphone. She had yellow makeup on her face and magenta earrings that resembled dinner plates. Her shoes were almost as tall as she was and her dress stuck out in every way, making her appear like a pointed, dangerous weapon. I stifled a laugh as she continued.
"As we all know, the Hunger Games were enforced because of the uprising of the 13 Districts long ago. One male and one female from each of the remaining 12 Districts will enter the arena made by the gamemakers and fight to the death for your uprising. Now, it's time to pick our tributes. This year, I'm going to start with the males." Marina squealed.
The tiny woman waddled her way over to the bowl that overflowed with names. She dramatically reached her hand in and giggled obnoxiously. She picked up a slip and cleared her throat.
"Our male tribute for the 43rd annual Hunger Games is..." Marina paused dramatically and swept a questioning and excited look over the crowd. "Dr-"
Marina was interrupted by the sound of a hovercraft lowering towards the square. We all stared questioningly, wondering why someone from the Capitol had chosen to come here. I knew it wasn't good news. The doors opened, and the local baker walked out.
"Osric? Whatever are you doing there?" the baker's wife called from the crowds.
Osric was followed by many other local residents. I panicked. They were caught? This couldn't be good. There must be hell to pay. President Crill, our aged leader followed them all.
"People of District 11!" she croaked. "For your escape attempt, and the attempts of several other Districts, this Hunger Games will be slightly... different." A devilish smile crossed the old woman's face. "For your dishonesty, 4 tributes from each District will enter the Games this year. 2 winners will be crowned. Let the Games begin!"
My eyes instantly welled up as the escapees returned to their proper areas in the square. I lost all hope. How could these people be so horribly evil? Why should we pay for a crime we didn't commit? I knew I was entering the Games, it was blatantly obvious to me. But after Marina called my name, It did surprise me when immediately after, she called the very name of Amera Crellam.