FOUL GAME | the hunger games

10- OVER.

OVER.

Now that every single tribute has lined up, all of the confidence I've gained in the past hours has reduced to tiny little droplets that are falling from my forehead.

I have Aquor in front of me, who looks massive even when I have heels on. His suit and his combed hair makes him look like a real capitol citizen and I am once again grateful to have him as my ally.

If it weren't for the way my dress irradiates the light, then it would be the most plain one here. Almost all of the girls are wearing extravagant dresses, except for Ranciella, the girl from 1, who is wearing a dress that looks like it's made from crystals, and Marie, the girl from 8, whose dress is a pretty purple gown. Tiger-lily, the girl from 7, has a dress that resembles the texture of trees. The stylists from 7 always does the exact same dresses.

The boys all look pretty similar in my opinion, but the suits change colours. Not a single one of them is wearing the exact same colour. Phanuel is wearing an elegant white suit which almost looks like he is on his wedding day. His black hair is gelled and combed. Sean, our ally from 3, is wearing a red suit which makes him look fierce.

"I'm nervous as fuck." Says Phanuel while looking around us. The tension can be felt in the air, almost no tributes are talking, not even the careers.

"I know right. Just give them what they want and you'll be alright, Phanuel." I say to calm him down, but deep down I know it won't work. It doesn't even work for me.

I can hear Caesar shutting the audience up, and I know everything is about to start.

"Welcome to the eve of the sixty-ninth anual Hunger Games!"

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The first eight interviews were splendid, and by the cheers of the crowd, I already know this is going to be a difficult year. My stomach hurts and I can feel butterflies fluttering all over my body. All of my limbs are tingly and my head burns.

But every single feeling stops as I hear the crowd cheer louder than ever before, and I feel my whole body has gone stiff. As if all of my organs where suddenly drained.

"Please. Let's give a big round of applause for Maeve Aelfwine, the female tribute from district 5!" Caesar says as my feet start walking up to the stage.

A big light blinds me momentarily as soon as I step on the stage. The crowd cheers loudly enough for my ears to hurt and I have to keep myself from covering my ears with my hands.

I push all of my fears behind and walk over to where Caesar is. I can barely even hear a thing, but I know he is saying something about my dress. The stage turns into teal lightening to match my dress.

Caesar shuts up the audience before starting, and I'm glad he did because I can hear everything now. Now that the audience is completely silent, I can even hear my insides moving, creating an uncomfortable fluttering sensation in my stomach.

"Maeve, our darling! How are you doing?" He asks in his usual welcoming voice.

"Well Caesar, I'm doing fine. Just a little bit stunned!"

As soon as I finished my sentence, people started laughing. I don't even know why. Maybe they are ecstatic and every emotion intensifies, or maybe they are just stupid and lack of a real sense of humour. Not that mine is the best, I'm convinced I lost every single of humour I had before being reaped here at the capitol, but these people's lack of taste and sense of humour is a whole different type.

I wonder if I will ever be able to play around and genuinely smile with Fred like we did just a week ago.

"I know Maeve! I can feel it!" He says looking at the audience. They all cheer once again until Caesar makes a gesture with his hand indicating the audience to remain silent. "So, on a serious note, how are you feeling for tomorrow?"