The Hunger Games (Fan-fic)

Chapter 6

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"Wren, Wren? Come on, wake up" Levi's soft voice interrupts my dreams as he gently shakes me awake. I slap him away and pull the covers over my head. I'm overreacting, I know, but my spirits were crushed last night and I don't really feel like speaking. Levi scored better than me and so far I'm not doing a very good job at trying to win. Maybe that can all change at the interviews tonight.

"Wren please don't make this hard, you've had your sleep now get up, Atley needs to make an outfit for you for the interview" This makes me pull the covers down and look at Levi. I can't keep Atley waiting, it's his job after all.

"Fine be out in a minute" I sit up and wait for Levi to leave, but he doesn't. Instead he sits down on the edge of the bed and stares at me intently, I flinch at his gaze.

"Wren I've been wondering.." he stops short and bites his lip, deciding," who's the father?" I take in a shape inhale of breath, this is it, the question i've been avoiding since that morning of the reaping. I've kept the thought at the back of my head ever since that strip turned blue, I actually did a pretty good job of it. Not once, during my time here have I thought about the father of this baby. He's not even the father in my eyes, he didn't visit to say goodbye so I erased him from my mind.

"I don't know" I lie, looking away, hopefully he won't call on my lie. He doesn't say anything, just searches my face with his steady gray eyes.

"Ok" he says finally and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. He glances at me one more time before leaving the room, hopefully he won't ever know who the father is, he can't know.

Because the father of my baby, is Levi's best friend.

Atley has chosen something that quite frankly, in my opinion, outshines my chariot outfit by a mile. He has me in a soft blue dress with intricately designed yarn decorating the bodice. The bottom, however, explodes in a mountain of puffy, blue fabric that's draped beautifully so it shimmers and moves smoothly when I walk. Topping it off is the same sparkly stuff he sprinkled on me in the opening ceremony except it's a dark blue so that it looks like raindrops are dripping down my dress. My hair has been curled and put up in a high ponytail and Atley has decided to let me go all natural on make-up for this one.

Levi finally joins me as we head down to the stage and I must say, he looks very handsome. He's dressed in a blue tuxedo and sprinkled with the dust so that we look like a matching pair, I don't like that. His wild black hair has been combed down and smoothed back and his dark skin looks flawless. I feel my cheeks burn as he catches me looking.

Behind stage I can see that Ceasar Flickerman is getting the crowd riled up with his charm and talking skills. This year, he's chosen to go all gold with gold eyeshadow,  gold lipstick,  and he's even dyed his hair gold.

The crowd erupts into cheers and I see Isadora is first up. She bounds onto the stage, her dark hair is in tight curls and she's wearing a silk, low-neck dress. No doubt is she beautiful, but that won't stop anyone from killing her in the arena. She and Ceasar hit it off immediately and they flow into a smooth conversation, full of laughs and charm. 

My hands sweat as I watch each tribute make the audience fall in love with them, I can't do that, i'm shy and no one ever loves that.

The District 8 girl, Cecily is her name, is next and she's decked out in a long-sleeve gold dress that makes her hair blend in.

"So Cecily, how are you planning on winning the games?" he asks her in a smooth voice, he's clearly done this a thousand times before.

"With my wits, I'm pretty good when it comes to survival. And there's always my bow and arrows if I need them" he chuckles to this, which makes the audience too.

"Well with a score like a nine, I wouldn't be surprised if you started whipping out arrows like crazy in that arena!" He lets out another warm laugh and the buzzer sounds signaling that the time is up. Cecily's counterpart, the thirteen year old, Emory, is shy at first but Ceasar gets him to warm up and by the time the buzzer goes off, i'm sure he's caught everyone's heart.

Before I know it Ceasar is calling my name and making it sound like the best thing in the world, it is a talent of his.

I take a seat in the crescent shaped chair and hold onto the sides tight, my heart is beating so fast i'm sure it's about to break out of my chest.

"Wren is it? A beautiful name by the way, how do you plan on winning these games?" I can't answer. My throat is dry and scratchy like bark, I don't even think words would come out if I opened my mouth. He's waiting and the crowd is whispering silently, I have to say something.

"Pink" I mumble, my eyes landing on a crazy pink wig in the crowd. Ceasar laughs and pretends to wipe a tear at his eye, the audience is laughing and I relax. At least, I can't mess it up anymore than i've already done.

"I'm going to fight away anyone that comes and wait out the rest" I say, my voice louder than before. Ceasar nods his head like it's the smartest thing he's heard, "I can imagine a tough-looking girl such as yourself winning this, are you really determined to win?"

"Very, I want to make it out of this alive. Of course everyone else does too and I would love for that to happen. But It won't" he nods his head and I can genuine sadness in his eyes.

"Well Wren, do you have any special someone that's made you determined to win?" I'm so caught up in the moment, with the crowd roaring in my ears and the fun atmosphere that I blurt out the words without even thinking.

"My baby. She's here now" the crowd's cheers cut off immediately and i'm still smiling before I've realized what I just said. My heart goes into over-drive and I close my eyes, I can't face everyone's stares. The careers probably have a smirk on now, plotting with each other on how to kill me. A baby is sure to spice things up for them and they love excitement. I can't hear anything except for quiet murmurs of shock. Great, i've said the wrong thing twice in less than two minutes.

"You mean you have a baby? Right now?" Ceasar's calm and collective voice makes me open my eyes and I can see he's pointing at my stomach. 

"Um..yes?" I answer hesitantly, "I've had it for a while now. I found out during the day of the reaping." My voice fades into the silence of the room, people are still shocked at my news. Their jaws hanging open and their eyes wide. Maybe they do have a little sympathy for me now, even these people have to admit killing a baby is unjust.

"Well, that means you'll just have to fight all the more harder, right?" Ceasar pats my back and this gesture seems to relax everyone. A few people call a congratulations while others whistle and cheer my name. They're chanting it now, all together, rooting for me. Me, the girl with the lowest score ever. The girl with the lowest chance possible of winning.

"A baby is a unexpected twist indeed. But maybe it will give you a little extra food, eh?" laughter bombards my ears and I feel my spirits lift a little. Maybe this baby isn't such an awful thing to have. That is, if I can keep it alive. The timer buzzes, my revelation took up a lot of time, and I step off the stage. I breathe a sigh of relief and search for Faye, her reaction can't possibly be good. 

I find her giving Levi pointers before he steps on stage as his name is called. I tap her shoulder and prepare myself for the worst when she turns to face me.

"Nice move Wren, that baby just won you a few extra sponsors" she flashes me a rare smile and a bit of pride surfaces in her eyes. Ok, so maybe she hasn't given up on me completely.