Born To Die: A Hunger Games Fanfiction

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The roaring of the crowd in my ears. The adrenaline of being a tribute. It all added up to this one moment. The Tribute Parade. I watched, as in front of us, District One were waving to the crowd. The little one looked proud, she waved bravely to the crowd. She was a foot and a half shorter than her district partner. I glanced towards Diamond. She looked stunning in her outfit. After she volunteered at the Reaping, I was so angry at her. I didn't want her to come to this death game. Her reply was, "You needed me to protect you, wuss.”

  I got so angry at her, but I’d cooled off after awhile. That had reminded me of when we first met. I was 10 and she was 9, since we were young, our training mostly consisted of competitive games, but with a little twist. We could push, punch and kick. Or basically anything except maim someone. We were playing a version of Run Sheep Run, or Red Rover, it is known by other names too. There were two “wolfs” in the middle and a herd of “sheep” try to get to the other side without being turned into a wolf. The point of the game was to teach self-defense. You only become a wolf if a wolf tackles you and manages to pin you down. But you can defend yourself. Kick, punch, but nothing that can damage permanently. I had my eye on Diamond, she was fast and I wanted to get her, since I was the wolf. Someone yelled for the sheep to run and Diamond made a dash for it. She was running straight towards me and I could not allow this opportunity to pass me by. I started running towards her, she saw me and tried to dodge me, but I snatched the edge of her shoulder and pulled her towards me. She whirled around and brought her stiff hand down, hard, on my wrist. I yelled and let go of her, but her momentum had thrown her off-balance, and she fell towards the ground. My wrist still throbbing I had jumped on her and pinned her down by her wrists.

  “I got-“ my sentence started, but never ended. Diamond managed to grab a hold of my wrists, pull me toward her, so close that our foreheads were almost touching, and brought her knee up to my crotch and hit it. Hard. I let out a gasp of pain and rolled over on my side. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her scramble up and run towards the safe zone. After school that day, she came up to me and looked over me and said, “You’re a weakling. But I’m sorry if I hurt you. Want to train together tomorrow?” So that was a inside joke with us. When she had called me a wuss, she was recalling to that certain time in our lives. It was actually pretty hilarious if you thought about it now. But from then on, we were inseparable. We trained together, ate together, and talked about anything and everything. But, anyway, back to the present.

  Our outfits were great. Our stylist knew how to catch the crowds eye. We looked awesome. Our outfits were matching, grey and silver mixed together, Diamond has silver eye shadow on, I had silver paint curling around my biceps, as if they were embracing them. I waved at the crowd and some people threw roses, hats, even shoes at us. Diamond looked at me and said something.

  “What?!” I said. “I can’t hear you!”

  “Oh, sorry!” She yelled. “I said: Look at District One’s ridiculous costumes!”

   And boy, was she ever right. The boy looked as if someone glued cotton balls on him and dunked him in a huge vat of blue paint. And the girl looked absolutely ridiculous in just about the same outfit except a dress. Eh… She may have been able to pull it off. But no matter what, the crowd seemed to love it. Then I heard the big scream, starting low then rising. So far only three Districts have come out. The crowd rose onto its feet, yelling, applauding, and cheering. They weren’t looking at us, they weren’t looking at One. I twisted around as casually as I could, pretending I was turning to wave at the crowd. When I did, I could not believe my eyes…