Stray Kids Imagines

District 9 {L.M}

Today was the day. The day when they select the tributes for the upcoming annual Hunger Games. This process is called the Reaping. I only had a little while to get ready and speak with my parents before it started, just in case I never got to see them again.

I'm from District 9. I live with my mom and dad. I'm 18 years old and this is my last year being eligible to become a tribute. After that I'm safe. But I'm scared. What if I get chosen? What if my name gets picked? Will I survive out there? So many questions running through my mind.

Soon it's time for the Reaping to start. I stand with everyone else, waiting to see who's names will be called. The escort comes up on stage to announce the speech.

"Ladies and Gentlemen,

Today we will select the 24 tributes, which will fight for their lives and their districts to win the 98th annual Hunger Games. I'm happy to be here and that should each of y'all be too. Some time ago, our nation had to stand earthquakes, floods and storms, but we were strong and our country originated from the ashes. But then, the Capitol and its 13 districts, which are surrounding it, grew and the districts rebelled. So the capitol had to defeat this rebellion and district 13 was destroyed. So that anything like that will never happen again, we invented the Hunger Games. Each of the 12 districts has to offer a boy and a girl in the ages of 12 through 18.

I hope that one day our children can live together in peace and without violence.

Now I wish good luck to the districts and its tributes!"

She first walks over to the raffle which contains the names of the girls. The uneasiness grows as she tediously pulls out a name. My heartbeat begins to pace (stream 'my pace') faster as she opens up the folded piece of paper. The brief moment before she spoke the next words was the most nerve wracking experience I have ever been through.

"Y/N L/N" My heart stopped for a moment. The world, everybody around me seemed to freeze as I came to the realization that my name had been called. This was my final year of being eligible and now all of that might just come crumbling down. I couldn't believe it. The questions from earlier started running through my mind again. Will I live?

"Y/N, will you please step forward." I hesitantly took a step, then another, until I made it up to in front of the stage. As I got on the stage, I still couldn't believe that my name got picked. And I couldn't do anything about it unless someone volunteered in my place. I just stood there. Looking out at the crowd. Probably going to be my last time seeing their faces.

"Now time to choose from the boys." As the name was drawn, I started getting eager to see who was going to join me in this deathtrap. The escort opened up the paper and read the name out loud.

"Minho Lee" A boy stepped forward and started slowly walking up the stage. He seemed pretty familiar. I've probably seen him around before.

"And here we have our two new tributes from District 9! Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

I walked up to Minho to greet him. "Hey. It looks like we're not getting out of this one so easily. May we try our best and no matter what, never forget where we are from." He smiled at me. "Yes indeed. No matter what." We took a firm grip of each other's hands as we shook them for the first and hopefully not last time.

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Yes it seems pretty short but I'm tired right now so there's not much I could do at the moment. And school started 3 days ago so I don't/won't have as much free time anymore. That's why I published 2 parts at once. Imma try to do that more often. Make more than 1 part and published them at the same time for more content.

Welp imma go to sleep

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