The 69th Hunger Games (Louis Tomlinson Love Story)

Chapter Two

I step out of the bath tub and dry myself. I change into a clean pair of undergarments. I wrap my small towel around my body and I step out side and grab the beautiful dress. I grab it and slip it on. I look in the mirror at my reflection. I tie the beautiful ribbon around my waist into a nice bow. I admire my apperance in the mirror. I dry my hair and let it fall down my shoulders. I look down at the beautiful pearl Louis gave me. I clip it around my neck. The dress hugs my waist as it flairs a little bit on the bottim. It buttons up in the back and it's low cut, but not a lot. Enough to make me still look innocent. The sleeves begin just before my shoulders. I grab my ballet flats and match my dress and step out of the bathroom to see my mother tightening a bow around my brothers neck. 

"You look absolutely beautiful," my mom says while stand stright. She walks over to me and hugs me. He blonde hair in a bun and a blue dress draped over her perfect figure. I wrap my around around her. She pull away and kiss my cheek. We're the exact same height. My dad walks in with a tee shirt and nice trousers. My brother wears a dress shirt and nie trousers. I plant a kiss on both of their cheeks. None of us say another word. We exit the house and begin our walk to the square. 

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"Welcome, welcome," Effie Trinket's voice booms through the speakers. She's our mentor along with Haymitch Abernathy, our only victor. This year, she wears a sickly green wig and matching outfit "The time has come to select one young man and woman to compete in the annual Hunger Games. But first, we have a special message sent all the way from the Captiol."

I've seen this plenty of times. My eyes scan the crowd of girls my age. I shift my eyes and try to find Louis. I spot him already looking at me. 

"You look beautiful," he mouths. I blush at his compliment.

"Thank you," I mouth back. He gives me a cheeky wink and turn hs attention back to Effie. She mouths the last part of the clips. 

"I just love that," she says. She's always been bubbly. "Okay. Ladies first," she says while walking over a giant bowl of paper slips. 30 of them have my name on them. One has Lottie's name. I love her so much. Effie's hand enters the bowl and quickly grabs a piece. I pray it not mine. Please don't let it be mine. It isn't. 

"Charlotte Tomlinson," she says. My eyes widen. No...no. I can't let that happen. She slowly walks down the aisal. 

"No! No! Lottie! No," I say while shoving people. "Please, no! I volunteer," I say weakly. I use all my strength to push the Peacekeepers away. "I volunteer as a tribute." I say sternly. My heart drops. My stomach drops. I feel as if I were going to pass out. I weakly walk up stage. 

"It seem like we have a volenteer," Effie says.

"No shit Sherlock," Haymitch Abernathy snaps. I suppress the urge to smile.

"Nettle! Please no!" Lottie shouts. 

"I want to, Lottie," I say while giving her a weak smile. I walk up the step onto the stage.

"Is she your sister?" Effie asks.

"Yes," I croak out. 

"What's your name?" 

"Nettle Larkspur," I say. 

"But, you don't have the last name. How can she be your sister?"

"Why does it matter," I snap. She walks over to the boys bowl. She slowy pick a slip of paper. I stare down at my shoes. 

"Iris Larkspur," she calls out. My head shoots up. I scan the croud from my brother. Tears weld my eyes but I refuse to let them spill. 

"I volunteer!" A male voice calls out. I look for the person who said that. My heart instantly drops. Louis Tomlinson. The love of my life. My other half. My best friend. I have to kill him. No...I can't. 22 other will though. I push the thought out my head. 

"It seems like he have another volunteer!" Effie bubbles. I resist the urge to strangle her. Louis slowly walks up stage. He looks at me in the eyes. Sadness written all over them. 

"What's your name?" she asks. 

"L-Louis Tomlinson," he mutters. 

"Whoa, whoa...so she volunteered for your sister, and you volunteered for her brother," Effie connects. "Well ladies and gentleman, let give a warm around of applause from our tributes from District Twelve."

No one moves. They, unexpectly, lift they're three index fingers in the air the represent a missed love one. Tears spill out my eyes. 

"You two may shake hands," Effie says. We engulfs each other in a hug. We pull away and walk into the Justice Building with tears running down my face.