The Derp Games

Chapter 8

The gooey cherry filling is dripping down my chin by the 3rd pie, but I continue to eat it anyway.

30 seconds left.

I look over at Peewee who hasn't even made a dent in his pile. I nudge him, and shrug my shoulders, as if to ask how many pies he has eaten. He holds up a 1 on his fingers. I try shouting at him through my mouth full of pie but it doesn't work very well. It comes out sounding like a horse in pain.

I shove my fifth pie into my mouth.

15 seconds.

I groan and grab two pies off of Peewee's stack and simultaneously shove them into my mouth as well.

5.....4.....I throw the pie down my throat.....3.....2.....its gone.....1.

The time is up and I glare at Peewee, who just shrugs his shoulders.

I've eaten 7 pies total, but, because I stole 2 off of Peewee's plate, It really only counts as 5. The two that I stole should count towards Peewee, for a total of 3.

Only 12 tributes can make it through to the next round: strength.

I patiently wait as Ranch goes through the results. Suddenly he cracks up, 

"Dogpiss..." he says, looking at me. He waves me over.

Crap.Crap.Crap.Crap. He knows. He knows I cheated. I can feel myself tinkle just thinking about it. I walk over to Ranch and Claudia.

"Dogpiss, I saw you making googly eyes at Peewee before the contest," he laughs again," Did you guys know that your ship names are Peepiss and Dogwee?"

I start laughing nervously along with him. Claudia stares at me with her creepy afro sticking out in all places. She motions towards the cameraman for him to turn the cameras away and she bends down next to me.

"I know what you're thinking. I can help you," She whispers.

I quickly look around to make eye contact with Peewee, he's staring at me with a lifted eyebrow.

I look up to Claudia, 

"What?" I say with a confused look on my face.

"You want more sponsers. I'll spread around the ship name 'Peepiss' for you," she winks.

Again, I thought she would bring up the cheating thing. I'm just glad nobody noticed!

"Yeah! That would be awesome!" I lie.

She motions for the cameras to come back on and I walk over to Peewee, who's still staring at me.

"What did she say?" he asks.

"She just said that she's going to call us by our ship name now, and she's going to tell others to call us by it too," I say.

"Ship name?" he asks.

"Peepiss," I say and I take a seat next to him.

Peewee starts laughing more than I've ever heard.

"Peepiss!!?" He screams.

Suddenly he goes quiet. I look over at him and he looks scared half to death.

"What's wrong Peewee?" I ask.

"I just peed my pants." he says.

I try to resist looking down "there" to see if he's telling the truth, but before I can even say anything, Ranch is back with the results.

"The results are in! The twelve tributes moving on are: Both tributes from district 1, both from 2, one from 3, one from 4, one from 5, one from 7, both from 11, and both from 12," screams Ranch. He does a little happy dance, which consists of jazz hands and spinning in a circle.

I let out a sigh of relief. Peewee and I are still in the competition.

Peewee, me, and the other tributes that are moving on, are taken away from the stage in the field, and are put in a district car to be transferred to the next round of the games.