The Celebrity Hunger Games

Chapter 21: "You're In The Wrong Game"

District 9

Tom Fletcher’s p.o.v

Saying goodbye to mum was hard. What made it even harder was the fact that I wanted to get rid of her as quickly as possible, just so that I could talk to her alone. But I never got the chance, she was avoiding me. When mum finally left, Carrie rushed off towards the train. I followed her quickly, wanting to talk to her before we met our mentor and stylist. No such luck. When I walked onto the train, Carrie was already having a conversation with them. The male introduced himself to me first. “I’m Blaine Anderson, your mentor” he said. Then he gestured to the woman who was still talking to Carrie. “This is Santana Lopez, your stylist” he said. “Hi” Santana said, looking up for the first time. I smiled and nodded, not really knowing how to respond. “Let’s sit down and get something to eat” Blaine said.

The avoxes came around and started to serve food. I had never seen one in person and had hoped that I never would. “So, what do you two think your skills are?” Santana asked us. “Archery” Carrie said right away. Blaine looked impressed. “That’s great!” he said, then turned to me, waiting for an answer. “I think I could be good with weapons?” I answered in a question. Carrie turned and smiled at me. “So, you two are siblings right?” Blaine asked. We both nodded. “What made you volunteer Carrie?” he asked. She smiled. “I just, I didn’t want my brother to have to face this alone. I know that I wouldn’t want to be here without him, so why should he have to be here without me?” she said. I almost scoffed. I didn’t for a second believe that she did this for me. She did it for selfish reasons. And I didn’t think I would ever be able to forgive her.

After everyone had finished eating, Blaine and Santana went to bed and left me and Carrie to talk. She refused to look at me. “Tell me the truth” I said. “About what?” she asked, playing the innocent card. “Why you volunteered. And if you tell me that bull about you doing this for me then I’m going to bed” I said fiercely. She sighed. “Tom. You’re my brother, and obviously I love you. But there’s some things that I need to keep to myself. This is one of them. Trust me. Dad would have been happy anyway, he always wanted great things from us” she said. I rolled my eyes. “Great things like us growing up and having families, not dying!” I shouted. “Is this about Giovanna?” she asked me. I began to blush. “I’m going to bed” I said, leaving her to sit alone.

Carrie Fletcher’s p.o.v

I watched him walk away. Only then could I let the smile fall drastically from my face. I got what I wanted. The chance to prove that I was just as good as Tom, maybe even better. The Hunger Games had been my chance, and I’d taken it with both hands. And I didn’t regret it. But what I did regret was the look on Tom’s face. I avoided looking at him because he was the one person that I could never lie to for long. I knew that when I had my interview it would all come out, why I was doing this, and I was ready for that. What I wasn’t ready for was watching my brother die. Me killing him was one thing, him being killed by one of the career tributes was something that I couldn’t handle. It had to be me.

I went to bed, and before I knew it, it was time for breakfast. I put on the outfit that Santana picked specially for me. Walking out I saw that Tom and I were practically identical. She obviously wanted us to be shown as a united unit. I hated knowing that that couldn’t happen.  At breakfast, Tom and I went back to not looking at each other. Or rather, only looking when the other person wasn’t. “Today you can see the weapons. You’ll get to do this a few times before your showcase-” Tom interrupted Santana. “What’s a showcase?” he asked, looking confused. Blaine answered. “That’s just what Santana calls it. It’s where you show the Gamesmakers your skills, and get scored. These are televised the day before your interviews. 3 days before you go to the games” he said. I couldn’t get over the way that they talked about the games so casually, as if it wasn’t one of us walking to our death.

The training grounds were nothing like I imagined them. While the head trainer was speaking, I was looking around for the bows. Archery had been my plan from the start and there was no way that I was going to let anyone get there before me. As the head trainer allowed us to move around, I headed straight for the bows, but Tom pulled me back. “Stay together?” he asked. I inwardly sighed. “Why? During the games we’ll be trying to kill each other” I said. He looked astounded. “I’d never try to kill you Carrie” he said, looking sad that I thought this. “Then you’re in the wrong game” I said, walking away.