The man stepped forward and I clutched my chest.
Layla runs out of our house and she hops into my arms.
"We will now draw names for who will participate." the man said, pulling out two bowls. "A boy and a girl will be entered from each district to fight to the death. The last person alive is the winner. A district can win as a team."
Layla buries her face into my shirt.
The man reaches into the bowl.
"We are on live TV." he announces. "Ladies first."
He fishes a name out.
"Bella Rodriguez!" he calls.
Two peacekeepers, the police of the districts step forward and grab my arms.
"NO!" Layla screams. "DON'T LEAVE ME!"
Another peacekeeper holds her back, until Joshua runs up and pulls her back.
"Now, let's carry on." the man from the Capitol continues. "Shawn James?"
I see a boy walk out from the crowd and two peacekeepers escort him up next to me.
Layla finally pulls out of Joshua's grip and runs forward, trying to pull the peacekeepers off of me.
That night, I watch a recap of the drawings from all twelve districts and my odds are NOT good.
Two buff teenagers from District 1 up to District 8. There's a small girl who must be only 12 from District 9, with a huge 16 year old towering over her. Everybody from every district looks stronger than me.
Poor Shawn. He's nearly as thin as a twig. Unfortunately, I don't think he'll last five minutes in the arena.
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The Hunger Games
FanfictionWe all know what Katniss and Peeta went through. But have we forgotten what happened before them? Shawn and Bella were in the very first hunger games. The worst ones. Will they survive? Which DISTRICT will come out on top? Also, due to the Capitol's...
