The Hunger Games - Writing Contest (ENDED)

District 7 - Maya

DISTRICT 7

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Maya Walker

Gender: Female

Age: 14

PERSONALITY

Weapon of Choice: a knife

Other Info: Running and Climbing, athletic

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair: Light Brown

Height: 5'4

ALLIANCES

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STATUS: Alive

ITEMS: one knife

SPONSORSHIP: 4

REAPING DETAILS

"Maya Walker." Victoria Winters calls after reaching her hand in the bowl of names to pick one at random.

I've never felt pure terror like I'm feeling today. And it's not like the normal fear you have, it's the fear that doesn't go away. The fear that you're going to die.

I, Maya Walker, a fourteen year old, have never felt so scared in my life. Everyone told me it could never happen. Everyone said that there was no chance of it happening. And you never think it will ever happen...until it does, and there's nothing you can do about it.

"Maya Walker." Victoria calls again.

All eyes are on me now. I am the first Tribute from District 7 to be chosen for this year's annual Hunger Games. Every year on Reaping Day, two Tributes from each District are chosen to compete in a fight-to-the death competition known as "The Hunger Games." And ever since I was twelve, I've dreaded every single Reaping that I've been to. But this year is the year that changed it all. This year...it was me.

I slowly make my way to the stage where Victoria Winters stands. Words cannot explain the fear I am feeling right now. My hands shake, though I try to stop them from doing so. I glance at the crowd again. All of the parents are standing in the back, and I see my mother amongst them. She looks pale. She didn't think it'd be me, but then again, neither did I.

I walk up the steps to the stage in silence. Everyone in the crowds around me are silent. Victoria is the only one who speaks to me.

"Congratulations." She says to me. "This is a real honor."

All I can do is look at her. How can she think this is an honor?

"Now, to pick our other Tribute." Victoria says into the microphone on the stage.

All of the fear is taking over my body. I feel like collapsing. I don't know how to handle this, knowing that I've been chosen to fight in a competition where only one Tribute out of twenty four will survive.

I don't think anyone ever truly has felt fear like this until they have been chosen to compete in the Hunger Games. It's impossible to describe how much fear runs through you at that exact moment when your name is called.

There is nothing worse than standing on that stage, knowing that soon, you will be fighting for your life against people that are stronger, faster, and better than you. What's even worse is when it becomes a reality.

I drown out all sounds around me. I know that the other Tribute is about to be picked, but I have other things on my mind at the moment. Never in my life did I think for one minute that I would be chosen. I never thought that I'd have to leave everything behind to compete in a competition like this.

But when you least expect it...it seems like that's when it happens.

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