The Celebrity Hunger Games

Chapter 4: District 4

Conor Maynard’s p.o.v

I was in the woods. I was scared and alone. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, causing me to step back. My heart was racing as I tried to work out how I would get out of this mysterious place. I suddenly noticed a girl. She had long dark hair and she was tall. “Hi” she said to me, twirling her hair around her finger. I began blushing like the socially awkward person that I was. “Hi” I said softly. “I’m Sel-” I heard. Then I woke up. The strangest dream yet.

“How are you feeling?” my brother Jack asked me. “Nervous” I said honestly. “Do you think you’ll get picked?” he asked me. I shrugged, trying not to think about it. “If you get picked, can I have your room?” he asked me. I ignored him. “Jack, leave your brother alone” our mum said, coming into the room at that moment with my younger sister Anna. “I was just asking” Jack said sadly. “I know honey” she said, ruffling his hair as she sat down at the breakfast table. “Mum, what’s the Hunger Games?” Anna asked our mum. Our mother didn’t like to talk about it, even though we were all eligible this year. “It’s when you fight 23 other people until only one person is left alive” I said to her, making it as simple as possible. “Conor!” mum scolded me. “What? If she gets picked she needs to know what she’s in for” I said. I had only found out properly what the Hunger Games was a week before my third reaping. Our mum kept us sheltered, we couldn’t watch the games and we couldn’t find out if the tributes from our district were alive or dead.

I wasn’t listening to what the host was saying; I was trying to concentrate on what I would do after the reapings. How I would support my family. Jack and Anna were only entered 1 and 2 times, I didn’t think there was much chance of them being chosen. “The male tribute is... Conor Maynard” the host said. I went up on the stage quickly to avoid letting my thoughts get to me. At least it wasn’t Jack; I wouldn’t have been able to take it if he was here instead of me. This way I could represent my family. I could try and win the Hunger Games.

Selena Gomez’s p.o.v

“I don’t want to” I said to my mother. “Selena Marie Gomez, you will do what I say!” she shouted at me. “Ma-” I began, but as usual she cut me off. “Selena, you are doing the Hunger Games. End of story” she said, leaving the room. The Hunger Games made you famous and secure for life, if you won. My mother wanted that security. She didn’t care that losing would mean that I would die. She wanted me to make her famous. I just wanted to pass math.

“District 4 won 2 years ago, I’m almost certain that we can win again!” the host said. Then she called up the male tribute, who was called Conor Maynard. I was hoping that I got picked so that I wouldn’t have to choose whether to volunteer or not. I could feel my mother’s eyes on me from where the parents stood, around the edges of the centre. “The female tribute is... Alex Russo” the host called. The girl looked younger than me. She was crying before she even got to the stage. “Does anyone want to volunteer?” the host asked. I heard my mum behind me, calling my name, pushing me up with her forceful words. I raised my hand. “I, um, I’ll volunteer” I said. The host ushered me onto the stage. “I’m Selena Gomez” I said before the host could ask me my name and I could change my mind. The other tribute, Conor, was looking at me in a weird way. “Hi” I said to him, smiling and twirling a hair around my finger in nervousness. He blushed, making me giggle. “Hi” he said softly. “I’m Sel-” I said, until I was cut off by the host. “Our two tributes, Conor Maynard and Selena Gomez” I smiled at Conor, looking into the audience at my mum, and wishing I would die so she could regret what she was making me do.