The 100th Annual Hunger Games

This is what I think would happen if the Hunger Games still continued.

Katniss and Peeta never did complete the Revolution that freed them from the Capitol, and they had to continue their lives. Shepherding children into the Arena, hoping them as much as they could, only to watch them get butchered. But this was the 100th Annual Hunger Games, a quarter quell, what was to happen, no-one knew.


6. Awkwardness

"So..." I said. Trying not to push him into a mental state of mind he doesn't want to be in. "So what?" he said. Not annoyed, just curious why I said it. I bit my lip, a little nervous. "So how are you going to tell you parents that we..." I trailed off. I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed to say it, I just can't believe I actually did do that last night. And to Leo, he's so handsome, I adore his eyes. "I don't think I'll have to tell them," he leant forward and kissed me on the cheek. "I think they can work it out," he winked. I wrapped my arm around his neck, not wanting him to leave. I felt warm in his arms, which I've never felt like before. I've always been cold, almost dead freezing. But now, I feel alive. He didn't move away or closer to me, he simply smiled. Which I loved to pieces to be honest. I pecked him on the lips, and reluctantly released him from my grip.


I have to get ready too, but where are my clothes? I spun around scanning for any sign of them. I'm definitely not sprinting from here to my bedroom, that would make this whole entire situation more awkward. And it's awkward enough as it is. I walked from side to side of the room but I couldn't find them, have they vanished or something? I don't know, but this is annoying. Where the Hell are they? Embarrassed, I stepped towards Leo who was pulling on a orange shirt while his bottom half still had only his underwear. "Errrr, Leo?" I sheepishly asked. He twirled on the spot and almost lost his balance. "Yep," he replied quite quietly. My fingers wound together, trying to distract themselves from the situation. "Have you seen my, um, clothes?"


His eyes suddenly looked guilty, and he went to his dresser. "Sorry, I put them in my dresser. Don't know why to be honest." He held my leggings and shirt folded between his hands. I suddenly felt uncomfortable about wearing my underwear in front of him for some strange reason. I shyly took my clothes, and scurried into his bathroom. I dropped the clothes, and stared at myself in the mirror, asking myself: Why did I do that last night? I actually do have feelings for him, but with the Games only two weeks away...


I started to rip at my hair, trying to find the answers inside my head. But I just couldn't find them, they weren't available for me to search for. Tears began to trickle from my eyes. I don't want to loose him, I can't. Why did I have to enter the Games, why me? I've already had enough bad luck in my life. But then again. Entering the Games did bring me to him, like it brought his parents together. A waterfall had now burst from both of my eyes, layering my face with my salty tears. I collapsed to the floor, brought my knees to my chest, and started to cradle myself back and forth. Why, why, why? Why did I have to find my soulmate two weeks before I'm going to die. He is perfect for me, he's everything I've been searching for my whole life. I sniffed back the remaining tears. Well I have one positive about this. At least I found him before I died, I'm spending every second with him. As much time as possible.


Leo knocked on the door gently, wondering why I'm taking so long probably. "Accalia? Are you alright." I grabbed some tissue, and dabbed my nose dry. I nodded to myself reassuringly. "Yeah, I'm fine," I sniffed. I grabbed the sink to balance myself on my feet, feeling a little dizzy. I pulled on my leggings and shirt, then examined myself in the mirror. Red veins scratched at the side of my eyes, and the skin around them was slightly red. You can tell I've been crying, like really crying. I held the doorknob, and took a deep breath. I didn't want Leo to worry about me, he's going through the same thing. I'm just not dealing with it as well as he is. I swung open the door, he was sitting on the bed, wearing his orange shirt and black trousers. He immediately stood up, it took him a few seconds to see my bloodshot eyes.


"Accalia, what's wrong?" he fussed over me. He put both his hands on my cheeks and looked at my eyes. "I'm fine, really." Trying to calm him down, but it didn't work. "What's wrong, please tell me." Looking concerned and worried. I sighed, trying to fill my lungs that were half empty. "Leo," I took his hands off and held them both. "I'm fine, trust me." I kissed his cheek, he followed, but not on the cheek, but on the forehead. "I'm gonna go to my room, need to find something else to wear. This is more night kind of stuff," I explained. He nodded, "Okay. I'll meet you in the dining room," I pecked his lip, and left.


I raided my wardrobe, trying to find something that wasn't red, orange or yellow. I pulled out almost everything, why is everything red, orange or yellow anyway? I thought about that for a second, standing still, my hand on my chin. Hmm... Maybe, nah not that. No, not that either. Oh, it could be the whole girl on fire thing that Katniss said. It was then I saw in the corner of my eye, something blue. I pulled it out. It was a long, short sleeve shirt. It was dark blue at the bottom, and it faded into white as it went higher on the fabric. I automatically change into it. The fabric went to half way down my thigh, kind of like a dress. But a bit too short for my taste. I left the leggings on, sure I look fine. I went to the mirror anyway, appearance is everything for the Games. I looked natural, I think blue is my colour.


I went to the dining room, everyone was already there. They all looked up at me, I hurried to my seat next to Leo. I didn't look at anyone, I sat there, staring into space. There's only one word for this situation. Awkward.

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