Damn. I think to myself, looking at my clock placed in an item frame hanging from a loose nail on my wall. I've been asleep that long? I get up from my woolen bed and look around. I'm in my oh-so familiar house. In fact, it's been my house since before I was in Agricultural Classes. That was around five years old.
My name is Genessa. I am currently twenty years old. But people here can live up to hundreds of years old. Once, I've seen a man who has survived til 1,000. He died and respawned anew last year. My town, PopzVille, never really meant much to me until I was fifteen. I realized that it's hard to get in with the neighbors here and recently we haven't allowed anyone new into it.
I walk over to my bathroom and look in the mirror. My long brown hair droops down in front of my face as I swoop it to one side. Today I choose the left. I do that then look in the mirror one last time in approval and walk out to my living room/kitchen area. I prepare my breakfast then walk to the couch and plop myself down. There was another Hunger Games out, it happens yearly. I'm lucky. PopzVille doesn't support sending out tributes. So we don't participate.
The gamemakers specifically set the gamemodes of the teenagers who participate in this to hardcore mode. I feel really bad. I mean, they're so young! They die young. The song "If I Die Young" plays in my head as I watch the games. The suspense of the games are so intense, because, for the first time ever, TWENTY. I said TWENTY, tributes have died at the bloodbath. The last four are the boy from 1, the girl from 5, the girl from 7, and the boy from 11. I watch closely and see that the girl from 5 and the girl from 7 are close. They all are decked out, though.
I watch their battle after they turn the same direction and meet. The girl from 7 earns victory from that battle as she turns to hear the boy from 1 with a tomahawk, throwing it into her chest. Two cannons sound after the first twenty are. This may as well be the quickest Hunger Games ever. I keep watching and learn the names of the last two tributes. Their names are Bajan Canadian and Sky DoesMinecraft. I laugh at the Sky kid's last name. He's from 11. Bajan is then from 1. He was kind of cute, but I drop the subject and watch the games. This was the smallest arena ever, so it was really easy to find other people. They turn the cameras to Sky and I see a fifteen year old. He's trying to use his survival skills to stay alive. But Bajan is on the hunt.
That night, Sky is killed.
BAJAN WINS.
That, in fact, was the quickest Hunger Games ever.
Heya guys! I had to make a Minecraft themed story with SwiftXHeather101 and Snowbunny778! I love these! And I hope you'll love this story!!! :D
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