It was the real Hunger Games. I was called as tribute from my state as one of the female tributes. My friend alongside with me was Faith. Faith and I were both MCSGers and we met on the MCSG server. We've been, I guess you could say, allies. But we decided that we were going to split off this time, because she knew she wasn't coming back. The male tributes were two guys I didn't know in real life, but all of the tributes being called were all related somehow to Minecraft and MCSG.
I was really wondering who would be called as the male tributes in California. Probably Julio and Colt, I tell myself. I wasn't sure who the female tributes would be, but I knew Hannah would be one of them. In Arizona, I knew Devon was going to be called because he was by far one of the best MCSG PvP players, ever. Chloe might've been called, but thankfully I found out she will be safe in Arizona, not having to risk her own life for anyone.
This Survival Games was planned to be different from MCSG and the books. Instead of there being only ONE victor overall, there is going to be one victor from each state. Meaning that either Julio or Colt is going to die... I don't like to think about it.
The room where we exchange our goodbyes drive me to tears the second I walk into the room. What if I don't survive? I'm going to leave my brother, parents, grandparents, and all of my friends behind. I knew I had to win for them. And Faith said she was ok with dying, if it ever came to that.
I was crying while hugging my family and friends goodbye. I knew that this might be my ending, but then it could be the best ending I could ever have.
As I board the train with Faith and the two other tributes, I happily smile to myself. It's not the end, I say, it's just the ending of an old beginning.
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The Survival Games
FanfictionIt's funny when you realize how much pain you're in once you've been selected as tribute. Emotional pain, physical pain, mental pain. Yet there are those people that can ease that pain, even if it's for a short time. This is the story.. of when I wa...