Chapter 12 - The Eve of the Games

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Stella Grace's P.O.V - District 4

I lay on the double bed in Tritons room, watching a replay of the interviews on the TV. Triton is in the shower down the hall. I stare at the wall, I don't want to watch the interviews. I don't want to do everything, I don't even want to cry. I wonder what the other tributes are thinking right about now. I can't wait to kill everyone tomorrow? I don't want to die tomorrow? Will I die tomorrow? Triton says he will do everything in his power to keep me alive, although I'm still terrified, what if he can't help me I time?

Climate Jones's P.O.V - District 6

I can't sleep, I'm too excited. I can't wait to kill everyone tomorrow, feel their blood between their fingernails! I'm shaking I'm so excited. My mentor enters. "Climate can I get anything for you?" She asks.

"Get out!" I scream at her. I throw the pillow at her face.

Some people just can't respect a persons privacy.

Hazel Donna's P.O.V - District 3

I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. I'm scared about the games. Will the careers back stab me? Will I even make it past the bloodbath? My heads full of so many stupid thoughts that my brain is hurting. I might be able to win this. I'm strong, I can use a trident, if I leave the careers half way through the games I might have a good chance. I can pretend I'm keeping watch then leave with lots of stuff. Who am I kidding, I'll be lucky if I make it past the bloodbath.

Destinee Clay's P.O.V - District 12

I twist and turn in bed, terrified of what tomorrow will hold. I eventually decide to go for a walk. I press a random button on the elevator and see where it takes me. I end up on the roof, the cool night breeze blows the dark brown hair off my face. I should of brought a jumper, it's cold up here. I look over the balcony at the beautiful view, there is a party going on in the town square, there is a DJ and several people dancing. I stare at the night sky and think back to the interviews. The guy I had developed feelings for, he was in love with somebody else this whole time, he even said so at his interview. I feel annoyed, stupid, worthless. "Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn." I say to myself.

"Shakespeare?" Comes a voice from behind me. I scream, unaware that anybody else was up here. "Hey, it's just me, I didn't mean to freak you out." Laughs Animal.

"Sorry, I just thought I was alone." I say.

"Well I can leave if you want me to." He grins.

"No, stay." I smile. He walks over and sits next to me, we look out over the city. It's beautiful here at night.

"You a fan of Romeo and Juliet?" He laughs.

I laugh. "No, I don't know why I said it." I giggle. "So, who's the girl? From your interview?" He looks at me, as if confused. "A girl from your school?" I tease, trying to lighten the mood. He looks at his shoes, avoiding the question. He then looks at me for a split second before away again. I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. He looks at me again, I see every detail in his beautiful blue eyes, what he does next surprises me. He leans in and kisses me. It's a short kiss, but a magical one. When he pulls away his lips are a centimetre from mine. "Was I the girl?" I whisper. He nods. This time I kiss him, I'm over the moon that he feels the same way about me. The kiss starts off slow but slowly becomes more passionate until I'm lying on top of him, all thoughts of the games gone.

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