Wearing all black, consisting of a corset, ripped fishnets, and a leather skirt, I nervously tugged down the hem of my skirt once more, wishing once again that my stylist, (a woman with two colours of black and a disease in her name), had given her clothes more appropriate, but when I asked, she just put her middle finger up at my like I was a prep.
I'm jolted out of my thoughts when the count down begins, shifting into a running position, ankles at awkward angles due to the 12" heels Ebony, put on me. 3... 2... 1...
I rush forward, aiming for a backpack, heels sinking into the marshy waste the cornucopia is placed in. Pain rushes up my ankle as one of my heels snap, sending me careering into the ground. Grey rushes up to meet my face, my last thought is a curse as I realises it's a rock.
Boom... Boom... The cannon's going off wake me, and I groggily lift my head up, confused at the grey ceiling, am I in heaven? I looks around and relief courses through me, the other candidates must have thought I was dead and left me!
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Survival of the fittest, a hunger games fanfcition
FanfictionThe countdown began. 10... Her blood began pumping, beating loudly in her ears. 9... Shifting into a running stance, she perched on the the pedestal, fingers gripping the edge. 8... She took deep breathes, trying to centre herself... 1! It's go time
