"And now we have a very special, special video to show you all, created all the way in the Capitol," bubbles the positively dumb District 4 escort. From what I have seen, all the escorts are the same. Shallow minded and utterly clueless. My mind drifts as the video tape plays. I think of what could happen if my name is drawn. I doubt many people would care. Everyone would think what an exciting Games that would be, a Victor mentoring their own sister. Only Mags and Annie would care, and of course Finnick. I don't have many friends at school, all of the kids just vie for my friendship, because I have a famous brother. None if them want to be friends with me. I wouldn't b friends with me either. I am not exactly the friendliest person to be around, but it is understandable.
I am waken out of my reverie when Emerald Dreezey shrills into the microphone. "As per usual, girls first." My heart pounds inside my chest as the escort's preened hands shuffle the slips of paper around the ball.
only one has my name on it. I won't get picked. I can't get picked. how could I be picked?
"Sofia Cresta" My heart rate slows when I realise it isn't me. Then Annie's blank face appears in my head. She watched Finnick suffer in the Games. She survived her own Games and never recovered. I cannot let Annie go through this again. It would throw her off the deep end completely. Shutting out everybody. Even my brother. I gulp and stride into the middle of the two crowds. In the strongest voice I can muster I say loud and clear like a bell, "I volunteer."
YOU ARE READING
Fair Fight
FanfictionEmma Odair-73rd Hunger Games Emma Odair has it lucky, a life with her brother in the Victor's Village with a roof over her head and meals to eat, but it all changes when the day of her first Reaping comes around. Will she ever return home to Distri...
