Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games
Once again, this idea is contributed by Pinneappletrampoline! The girl who dropped her token. Don't worry, I'll get to everyone's ideas soon enough, but I'm going in the order that I received them. Enjoy.
Loquie Trims (Age 16) female – District 8
My breathing is shallow and every part of my body is shaking. It's not the ice-cold of the tundra that makes me shiver (I'm wearing a heavy coat that reflects heat): It is fear. I have felt fear plenty of times before, but not to this magnitude. When I was caught outside past my curfew in District 8 by a Peacekeeper, I felt fear. For, my father beats me if I am found by one other than a family member at such hours. When I had to climb into the machine to untangle thread, I felt fear. For if it started again before I got out, I would be skewered.
And now, on this platform, looking out on the bare tundra, I feel fear. For one mistake, and I will die. I clutch my token tighter – a small ball that was given to me by my best friend – and close my eyes trying to imagine a better place. After a second I open them again, but I realize that I'm still here. I feel myself begin to tremble even more. My breathing is still uncontrollable. My shoulders are hunched against my neck. I can feel a tears racing down my face. I must have only been out here for fifteen seconds.
I move my eyes around, only catching quick glimpses of the other tributes; not comprehending what most are doing. I can tell that some are staring at me though. My tears race down faster, and I try to hang on to my marble even tighter. My hands won't allow it though, they continue to shake.
Quint rushed through the door faster than the Peacekeepers could open it. I was wrapped in his tight embrace before I could even look up. Tears had already soaked my face. I hadn't been able to stop crying since they called my name at the reaping.
"Q-Q-Quint -"
"Shh, don't cry Loquie, don't cry. Try to be strong. You need to try okay? I know you can try. Look, you do have strengths. You are fast, and stealthy. You have a chance." I knew that he was trying to comfort me, but I couldn't help it. I started to bawl even harder.
Quint released me and reached into his pocket. He brought out his hand in a tight fist. He then revealed to me the shiny blue shooter. At sixteen, Quint was the best marble player in the district. And this was his lucky shooter. I look at it wide eyed.
"I've never lost a game with this. Take it as your district token. Maybe you won't lose this game. Not yet." He dropped it into my violently shaking hands. I looked down. My hands had stopped shaking. I look back at him, tears still streaming down my face, but somehow a little more comforted than before.
Quint shook his head. "It's alright. I don't need luck. You don't either, but I figured that you just needed the mental support." He offered me one last grin, and left. He was my friend to the point that he didn't even say goodbye anymore. He always knew that he would see me soon enough.
My hands had started shaking again once I was placed on the platform. My fear had returned once I was faced with the reality once again. It's been forty seconds. My hands are shaking out of control now. I close my eyes, shutting off the world. My hands jerk violently, and I feel the marble slip out. I'm not coordinated enough to catch it. My eyes open wide enough to intake my entire surrounding in a horrible realization and my ears become acute enough to hear the marble drop.
My whole body gets ripped apart by the force of the explosion. I die before the Games begin. It was the one game that the marble lost, and the game that was most important.
Ok! I hope you enjoyed, this was quite fun to write. Thank you to Pinneappletampoline (Idea giver of this story, so I must say thanks within these parenthesis), Safira Rue Mellark, Life on a Cloud, Realityshowfan, LunaPadma, and +Kaityy for reviewing!!! This is starting to be a long list... Thanks to all who read!!! I hope you enjoyed, I say once again!!! Review!!!
