My name Willow. Willow Smith to be precise, yes like the tree. I am 15 years old, and am eligible to be in The Finding Games. I know it's like the Hunger Games, But only a little bit different. Don't ask me why they do it cause I don't know. I do not really want to be in The Finding Games, I have a chance I won't be, but you never know.
I walk into school today, the day they pick the competitors. I turn the corner to go to my locker and there is Blake Tyler. My all time enemy. I hate him with all my heart. I decide not to go to my locker and start to head to my next class. But he see's me.
"Hey skinny how ya doing today?"
"I am just fine if you really want to know" I replied.
"Now skinny no need to get mad" He smirked at me as I glared at him.
I turn around and walk away, I am so sick of that boy. I may be skinny but hey I don't starve myself, I actually eat a lot! In the Hunger Games the people are poor, well we aren't. The "States" just hosts The Finding Games for entertainment.
Anyways back to reality. I find my seat near the back of the classroom, I always sit in the back. When I get to my seat I see a pair of legs sitting at my desk, I look up and see Blake. What a nice way to tell somebody you hate them, by taking their seat. I glare at him, I've had it with him and his smirk that just gets to me. I smack him clear across the face, He stands up in surprise at the unexpected attack then drops to the floor muttering about how "his father will hear about this". While he groans in pain on the floor cradling his face, I take my seat and smile a big cheesy smile. Today was going to be a great day, well as long as I don't get picked.
After school I rush home to see a letter waiting for me, I take a deep breath when I see it. I glance at the envelope:
Willow Smith
34 Downing St.
Carson City NV, Faction 1
New America
They send letters to the people chosen. We do not have a big thing on t.v for the picking of the competitors. I slowly open the letter it reads:
Ms. Willow Smith,
The Council is please to inform you that you have been accepted into Team #1 for the 31st Finding Games, Representing Faction 1. You will find enclosed a list of supplies. You will meet the other teams at the Capitol on Jan. 3rd, 2067.
Transport will be provided to get you and your Teammate to the Capitol.
Good Luck in the Games.
~The Council of the Games
I read every last word then read it again to make sure I didn't miss anything. I sigh and toss the letter on the counter. I grab a banana from the fruit bowl and plop down on the sofa, as I chew my snack it dawned on me that I Willow Smith, will be in The Finding Games.
I wonder "who will my team mate be?"
Blake's POV
I groan in pain. Why did Willow smack me? I think I went too far this time, She really loves her seat. I try not to be mean to her, I do but she is just so fun to pick on! The rest of the day I leave her alone. By the way my name is Blake Tyler, 15 years old. I may be in the Finding Games this year. I don't really care. Only a few people die in it anyway.
I walk home slowly, kicking up dust. I open the door and see a letter on the counter with my name on it. I pick it up and glance at the front it said:
Blake Tyler
24 Lincoln Ct.
Carson City NV, Faction 1
New America
I open it up quickly. In the envelope was a letter that read:
Mr. Blake Tyler,
The Council is please to inform you that you have been accepted into Team #1 for the 31st Finding Games, Representing Faction 1. You will find enclosed a list of supplies. You will meet the other teams at the Capitol on Jan. 3rd, 2067.
Transport will be provided to get you and your Teammate to the Capitol.
Good Luck in the Games.
~The Council of the Games
Well I guess I am going to be in The Finding Games! I walk up the stairs and decide to take a nap.
As I drift to sleep I wonder "Who is my team mate?"
