The hunger games - Gone - Sam and Astrid-

Chapter 1- part 1

sam's pov
It was the day before the reaping. I didn't want to get picked, I never wanted to be picked. If my name was drawn out of that glass bowl i would go to the hunger games. And I knew at least once someone would attack me. I would react without thinking, showing my power to the world. No one could know about this. It was my secret, and mine alone. If ever someone found out about it, I would most likely be killed.
I didn't bother getting dressed, I never did. What did it matter if I didn't dress up to be set in a path to death. No matter what my mother told me, I would never treat the reaping as if it was special.
As I pricked my finger in front of the reaping stage, I noticed the peacekeepers looking at each other and they kept glancing at me. I knew it was because of my clothes, when I was twelve one of them asked me if I had forgotten to get dressed. Every year after that I got the same reactions, without the questions though.
I walked towards my place among the other 15 year old boys. I watched as a lady from the Capitol walked into the stage. Last year and the years before that I had always listened to the speech she made. This year I zoned out and started daydreaming about surfing in the salty water of the ocean. Not many people approved of me using their work place as entertainment, but just as I said about people not liking the way I dressed for the reaping, I didn't care. Not in the least.
"Ladies first!" She said with too much excitement for my liking, after wishing us all good luck in that weird Capitol way. "Astrid Ellison!" she said happily into the microphone. My eyes wandered onto my girlfriend. It's not possible, I thought. I must have heard her wrong. But no, I was right. It was Astrid. She walked onto the stage with tears in her eyes. Her gaze sat on me and I wanted to cry. I couldn't cry, I had to be strong, for Astrid. The lady walked towards the other bowl and unravelled a paper. " Samuel Temple!" She said with delight. It took me a few seconds to register what had happened. I was going into the hunger games with my girlfriend. No way was this real. It was a nightmare. It had to be. Tears fell down Astrid's face obviously she knew what it meant too, that's why they call her Astrid the genius. I walked up the steps and stood there, unable to process my thoughts. I was terrified, sad , and angry all at once. Millions of ways to get out of the hunger games flashed through my mind, although I only accepted one. I wasn't getting out of the hunger games, Astrid was.

"Shake hands!" The lady said. I put out my hand but Astrid pulled me into a hug and cried on my shoulder. I couldn't help it, I cried too. The lady stood there in an awkward silence- not awkward for us, but awkward for her- and was trying to decide what to say to us.

I buried my face in Astrid's beautiful hair and whispered in her ear " You're going to live." I don't think she appreciated that because she pulled out of the hug crossly and refused to look at me. We were ushered off the stage and walked into rooms I thought looked like jail cells. Which wouldn't have bothered me if they placed us together, which they didn't. I sat on a small couch, the only thing reassuring me I wasn't in jail, and waited.

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So this is a cross between the hunger games and Gone. I am probably going to make other ones but I want you to decide who's getting chosen in the next book. Please go check out the bio for the gone book I'm writing and vote for your choice of characters in the games! thx!

Just a reminder if you want to join my Gone writing competition, you have another day until I start the competitions. You can join after that but you will lose a chance at gaining votes!