Little disclaimer: Not totally faithful to MK nor Hunger Games. But I will try to use all the artists I can remember. The Hunger Games and anything related belongs to Suzanne oCollins.
One of those horrible day on my District. Here I am, trying to calm down my youngest and beloved sister for everything that will happen.
- Don't worry, Julia. Nothing will happen to you.
Mom was always making us feel nervous because of the god damned draw that happens every year. For the Hunger Games.
People between 21 and 55 are always on the draw, you don't have a choice... If chosen, they are obligated to participate into a slaughterhouse where they have to kill each other and survive for other people's entertainment. Who did that? Who invented this is sick.
- Julia will not be chosen, Fernanda. Don't worry about that. - Mom replied.
- Mom, you never help us with a word of wisdom, you are always like this... A pessimist!
- Don't worry Fernanda, it's her first draw. Nobody in history never was chosen in their first year.
- You are not helping me! - Julia said. She was so gorgeous. Not so tall, but her hair was long and brunette, she has a small waist and a lot of tattoos. She's 21.
She got dressed up with a simple white dress and sneakers, meanwhile I was using my lucky green shirt, jeans and sneakers.Before we got into downtown in our district, Julia and I got inside the house of Mehcad, our friend of a long time.
- Hey girls, what's up?
- Hey, Mehcad! Why are you not going to the draw tonight? - I asked him.
- I don't really give a fuck. Nobody will obligate me to kill people for entertainment.
- You would do well in Hunger Games. You are way more trained than Juju and me... - I said.
- No, I don't want to participate.
- Well, at least I'm good at throwing darts...
- Haha, that's useful! - Mehcad laughed.
- What if you are chosen? - Julia asked.
- I have somewhere else to go!
- Where beyond Panem? We don't have any where else to go! - I said.
- Don't worry girls. You will not be chosen.
- I hope so. - Julia was kinda sad.After that, Mehcad bought some bread from the bakery I work on. The owner gave me a day off. Rarely he does... But it's for this fucking event. I ate that bread with some cheese with Juju and Mehcad and started to go downtown, near a famous dojo around.
- Look... If something happens, let me know ok?
- Right, mr. Brooks. Thank you for helping me. I was starving. - I answered. He blinked at me with those charming eyes of his.
We left the place and went to downtown where our mom was waiting for us back there.
There was a sitting place for the ones that can be chosen, separated by men, women and non-binary. Trans boys are sit with the boys, so as the trans girls with the girls. At least they respected our sexual orientation, choice and who we love.
Anyway, the draw was about to begin...A male black guy dressed in jeans just like Lil Nas X (he is from the Capitol) came up. He was the host of the event every year.
- Okay, ladies and gentleman. Welcome to the draw of the Hunger Games. We'll pick one male and one female to represent our District 12, the district of coal, so important for our Capitol. Come over here, mr. Robin Shou, the winner of the 26th Hunger Games!
Everyone started to applaud.
- Welcome Robin. It's a pleasure to be with you, my friend.
- Thank you!
- So, what's the secret to win the Hunger Games? You must give tips to the future winners here.
- You have to be clever, mostly. But don't get scared at the middle of the First Chaos, the entrance. Hide. And then start to get food. It's important.
- Thank you, mr. Shou! You will follow the ones chosen tonight, right?
- Yes. I'll be their adviser, along with a crew.
- Okay. Let's start with the men? Robin, roll the ball.Robin used a ball that people use in bingos. The ball dropped. And there was the "lucky" one.
- Okay. Our male representant is... Lewis Tan. Lewis, where are you?
- Shit... Here, sir.
- Come over, please... Mr Lewis Tan!
Oh no... Lewis Tan? The teacher from the dojo? His dad, Philip, was in tears, so as his mom, a blonde woman which I don't know her name... I believe her name is Joanne. Mr. Philip owns a dojo of Martial Arts for kids and teens so they can get prepared to the Hunger Games or learning martial arts for fun... And he is a famous politician around D12. Owch... Guess what? His son will have to fight for his life now. Even being a politician here in 12 is not a big deal for the powerful people.
- There we have it, Lewis Tan! Now for the ladies. Robin, roll the ball.
- Okay. - The ball dropped - Her name is Julia Barton.
- WHAT???? - I screamed. Julia was paralized.
- No, sis, I don't want to go!
- Julia!!
- STOP, STOP! - The policemen went in front of us and grabbed her from her arms and started to pull her up to the stage. Lewis was scared.
- STOOOOP!! NOOOO!!! - I started to scream while mom was in tears trying to pull me.
Julia was being dragged by the police, and I didn't think too much, I just screamed from the bottom of my heart.- I VOLUNTEER!
Everyone went silent.
- You what? - The host asked me.
- I volunteer for the Hunger Games. - I said. - Leave her alone.
- What's your name, miss?
- Fernanda. Fernanda Barton. I'm her older sister.
- Hey, miss Barton... Are you sure you want to do this?
- 100% sure.
- Come up here, Fernanda. - I stood next to Lewis. He looked at me like I have done something important.
Mom was scared. Julia ran to her arms and cried a lot for everything she has been through.
- Okay... - the host gave a deep breath and started to talk again - Fernanda Barton and Lewis Tan, our chosen ones of the District 12. Good luck out there in the field, guys. Robin, show them the way.
I didn't want to look at mom. I knew I would die there. I can't do anything on those fields, I can't hunt, can't get up on trees... All I can do is bread.At least I saved my sister from dying by the hands of bad people.
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