Clout and Common Sense

One - Hannah

Hi, my name is Hannah and I'm going to tell you about a thing that happens every year in my country.

The Clout Games.

Every single year. The 9/12 districts of my country join together to FIGHT!

Not physically, obvs. The Capital holds tournaments each 2 years, and this year, I have been chosen. Im shocked, obvi, but I think I can make it! If I win then my family will be saved, but lol, who cares about them. I get money - FOR LIFE - from the Capital and I will be a legend in my district.

District One. We are the provider of Hydro Flasks. But the country is rather poor so we're poor, oBvI.

Now that I've explained all of that, I should probs stop talking to myself inside my head.

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I sat inside my room on my bed. I looked to my mirror and pulled my hair into a messy knot bun. I looked at my pooka shell necklace and One Direction tee. Man I miss them. I hear sirens glare from outside my cottage. I look outside my window that is decorated with Polaroid pics (even though District Five provides Polaroids, we're still allowed to have them in every district) and I see a limo.

It's the Capital.

My room is very aesthetic. Fairy lights hanging over my bed - which has large pillows and bed sheets with pastel flowers. So quirky. My bed has drawers underneath with my clothes, which a lot aren't there because I packed them you dumbass. It has plants hanging everywhere because I'm a plant sexual hehe. Another thing I am is a Micheal Jackson fanatic.

hehe.

I have posters hanging everywhere as well. One Direction. Ariana Grande. Beyoncé. That kinda crap. I also have fur blankets around my room in a little wicker basket. I will miss it. I have to show the girls at the other districts this side of me; I'm kinda a bitchy whore.

I run downstairs where I see two men in Black Suits and sunglasses. Crap. I forgot my clout goggles. But I have to go, so I follow them to the car.

"Hannah Smith, 18, District One" I say, presumptuously.
"We know you dumb whore"

Well. They're not wrong.

I hop in the car. All around the limo are ice cream tubs and Voss water.

"More of a Fiji girl myself." I complain to the men in black, they roll their eyes and chuckle. But I don't care, they're crusty. I grab some bursts and bees, it's honey. My favourite, I rub it around my lips, it might ruin my blush if I smile too much tho. Atleast I have beautiful pearly white teeth, however, nearly all of the girls will have braces, and that doesn't suit everyone. As we ride into the capital I see all the skyscrapers, so different to my own town.

We arrive at the Clout Games Arena. It looks like the White House.

This is more of the Whore house tbh.