The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

Welcome: Alessandra Armando

I wait my turn as the  lights go on. The up beat background music makes this twice as horrible  and makes me twice as nervous. Helvetica DeVil is sitting in a plush red  seat on stage. Waiting for the first tribute to come out. That first  tribute is me. My palms get sweaty, my rose pink dress that I begged my  stylist not to put me into sways as I pace around like a dog.

"Ladies and gentlemen.  Let's welcome our first guest Alesandra Armando," Helvetia hollers.  I  walk on stage as the crowd chants my name. They shower me with roses  that smell extremely strong. I get to the middle of the stage where the  interview will take place. Helvetica wraps me in a bone-crushing hug and  seats me on a wooden stool. I look over to her and see that she is she  is sitting in a red plush chair while I'm sitting on a wooden stool that  might collapse any moment. Hello? I'm the one who might die tomorrow.  "Welcome Alesandra," she says "How are you?" Hmm lets see I'm sweating  like a pig, I'm shaking like a leaf, oh and tomorrow I'm going to be put  in a giant outdoor arena where I have to either kill my fellow  contenders or be killed by them.

"Oh, I'm... fine, "I say peevishly. I see Helvetica clench her jaw as the crowd bursts into laughter.

"So Alesandra, what is  your strategy for the games?" She says hastily. She's probably trying to  hold her temper from blowing. I decided I was going to have some fun  and see what would happen if I annoyed Helvetica. She can't do anything  to me or else she will most likely end up like Seneca Crane.

"What I didn't hear you.  You were talking too fast," I say in a mocking tone.  The room fills  with a thunderous laughter. Helvetica tightens her grip on her  microphone.

"I said what will be your strategy for the game?" she says through a clenched jaw.

"Sorry, but I can't tell you my strategy because the other tributes might use it against me," I say.

"Okay then what makes you a contender to win this game?" says Helvetica

"Well I can catch my own food, and I know how to track people"

"And?" says Helvetica.

"And the rest is a  secret," I say in a mocking tone to her. Every one laughs. Helvetica  rolls her eyes and continues with the interview

"Why do you want to win?" she says wanting more than anything to get this interview over.

"I want to win because... I would make my parents proud," I say.

"And why would it make your parents proud?" Helvetica says.

"Well you see every year  before the reaping they would want me to volunteer for the female  tribute. But every year I chickened out and ended up getting yelled at  or beaten." I lift up the sleeve of my dress to show a medium sized scar  my father made last year.  A round of sympathetic awws go through the  crowd.  I think I even see a tear come out of Helvetica's eye, and she's  hard as stone. "So if I win my parents will get what they always  dreamed of," I finish up. I see that the crowd is very moved with that  story.

"Oh, Alesandra I'm so  sorry," Says Helvetica. Then just like that Helvetica is just like her  old self again. "So whom are you considering as allies in the game ,and  whom do you think are the biggest threats?"

"Hmm. for allies maybe  my district partner and the ones from District two. The biggest threat...  probably the boy from four and the girl from five."

"And the smallest threat?"

"I don't know." I say back to her.

"Finally how far would  you like to get in these games? That is IF YOU MAKE IT!" She bursts out  into a hysterical laughter and the crowd follows her. I am shocked at  her snide remark about me. I feel my cheeks grow hot. I want nothing  more to pin her down and cut her with one of my knives right now. After  the insulting laughter dies down, I rip the microphone out of her hand.  "I would like to be in the top eight maybe even five thank you very  much!" I spit into the microphone. I stand up and leave the stage. I am  surprised no one has stopped yet. I kick off my high heels and walk to  my room.

"Well isn't she a feisty one," I hear Helvetica say through the speakers.  Oh well, you only live once.