The YouTube Hunger Games

Chapter 2 - Welcome One and All

Kelly Kpopp Point Of View

I drop myself down on the beige couch and lean my head back and sigh. My eyes are sore from staring at a computer screen for four hours. I roll my neck and it cracks into place. Tap, tap, tap a hand knocks on the door startling me.

'Oh come on,' I groan to myself.

I put my hands on the arms of the chair and walk towards the door. My feet scraping across the carpet and then onto the tiles. I see two black figures on the other side through the stained glass window. I reach towards the handle and pull the door towards me.

The door squeaks open. Two identical men in black suits stand there looking more suave compared to me in a pink shirt and track suit pants. Did someone die or something?

'Hello Kelly,' the one on the right says.

'Hi,' I return in a manner that may not be the most polite.

'We have an invitation from the DuPont family to attend a YouTube gathering a week from now,' The one on the left informs me, handing her a thick piece of paper.

I relax a bit knowing that I am not a suspect for a crime or anything.

I read the paper. It's a sort of contract.

Dear Kelly Reynolds,

You have been invited to attend a YouTube gathering on the 15th of June (A week). The night will include snacks, meals, other YouTubers and a speech by the host Sancia DuPont. How do I know that name? If you are interested in coming please sign your name here and hand it back to its deliverers. We look forward to seeing you. If you have any enquiries please ask the two deliverers. There is an address underneath that paragraph. 1 DuPont street Los Angeles. Los Angeles. How am I supposed to get to Los Angeles.

Sincerely Noah DuPont

There is a line at the bottom of the page where I'm assuming they want me to sign.

'How am I supposed to get to Los Angeles?' I declare trying not to show my shock.

'We will pick you up at O'Hare international airport that night,' the one on the left answers.

'Who else is going?' I question.

The one on the right hands me a piece of paper with a list of YouTube names. They must have this all planned out.

'It says on the invitation that there will be meals, what will be on offer?' I test them.

They hand me a purple and gold six page menu. I open it up and almost fall over at seeing caviar as a side dish for almost every meal and pictures of desserts in the shape of Large diamonds.

'Do you have a pen?' I inquire.
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Shane Dawson Point Of View

A week later

The promised black stretch limo slides in front of me. I grab the cold black handle and pull the door towards me. There is a U-shaped seat with a shiny yellow table in the middle. Everyone is already laughing. I poke my head around the corner pulling a creepy face.

'Hey everyone,' I jeer jokingly.

There are six people already sitting on the seats. Grace, Tyler, Lucas, Hannah, Joey and Jenny. Everyone stares at me in their suits and dresses and big smiles on their face. Almost all of them pointing and talking into their cameras.

They all greet me in return with their various ways. I step into the limo and shut the door. I look head for the remaining seat at the bottom of the U next to Joey and Grace. They limo starts moving and a fall onto the table and slide down it. My face hits the black leather couch and my body slides to my left knocking Grace's slightly pink drink onto my leg. Everyone cracks up laughing which probably isn't hard to do at this moment.

I turn put my arms on the table and sofa to help myself up and onto my seat. I look around the room to see what everyone is wearing. I throw Grace an apologetic smile. She looks down at the wet patch on my leg and smiles back.

'Do we need to pick anyone else up?' Jenny's high voice squeaks.

No one answers.

'It can't be far,' Lucas returns to her.

'What exactly is this about, I mean is it a concert or some sort of VidCon sort of thing?' I throw in.

'I think the invitation said that it was a dinner,' Grace contributes.

'I thought it was a party,' Hannah shares.

'Well you eat dinner at a party,' Grace comments to Hannah.

'Not all the time,' She laughs back at Grace.

'Well at dinner parties you do,' Grace proceeds.

'But this might not be dinner party,' Hannah smiles.

'But there is gonna be food there.'

'There is always food at parties.'

'Not all the time,' Grace repeats.

'There kinda is always food at parties,' Lucas chimes.

'Not at a Victoria's Secret party,' I participate.

'They do serve food there but people don't eat it,' Joey joins.

'No I'm pretty sure they only serve drinks,' Tyler projects.

'With olives in them,' Jenny bursts.

'Nobody eats olives,' Joey continues.

'I love olives,' Hannah resurrects.

The rest of the trip was a friendly feud on whether there is always food at parties. I think that we decided that it was stupid and so are we.

'Holy Shit,' Tyler screams excitedly looking in the gap between Lucas and Jenny opposite him.

Everyone turn to see the huge majestic white mansion that sits on its very own street. Its lush lime lawn cut precisely even. A fountain spurting out from the lake in the two front corners of the property. Every inch of the building lit up with a kaleidoscope of shifting colours. The illuminated door opens and a fluffy pink teenage girl walks out. She walks down the clean pathway and opens our door.

'Welcome, welcome, welcome.' She projects with a very posh accent, her brown eyes surrounded with pink eye shadow the same colour as her lips and hair.She shows as much of her pearly white teeth as she can as she smiles. 'I'm Sancia DuPont and I thank you for coming.'

Her hot pink hair is done up in an elaborate maze of twists and swirls and where do I know that name from? She turns and struts back in the house. We all hop out of the car starting with Jenny and ending with Tyler.

'Oh my God did you see her face,' Joey comments once she's out of earshot.

'I know it looks fuckin demented,' I reply.

'This is gonna be an interesting night.'