Story: The Hunger Games: Fire in the Dark.
"Welcome, Welcome! This is promising to be an big-big day!" The voice beams around the small square in our district, district twelve. It belongs to Effie Trinket, a small lady with more make-up than all of the people gathered around the square together, and a big, orange wig. Her clothes match the colour of that wig, making her stand out of the crowd. She is the one responsible for the children who come to the Games. I look at her, holding my breath, just like everyone around me. Then, she steps back, and our mayor talks about the life before the uprising. How bad everything was, how many lives went lost. District 13 was destroyed. After the long speech, that is the same every single year, Effie steps forward again. She gets the attention of everyone, including me.
"As usual... Ladies first!" She starts swirling her hand in a bowl of glass, full of papers. My name is in there a lot. But it still is a chance of one of a thousand if i'd be picked. The whole square is silent, you could even hear a mouse squeak.
"The first chosen tribute of the 60th annual Hunger Games is..." I am nailed to the ground as she speaks out the name. Terrified. Because it is me.
Noah Grey.
Written in English | Comments welcome | First perspective (Noah)
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