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.


2. The Train Ride

I was surprised at how quiet the train was when it started moving, and also how little is shook and moved. I was led to a room, which I'm guessing, would be my room. I was amazed at how amazing it was, and how comfortable the bed was. I learnt this after throwing myself onto the cloud like softness. I can't remember the last time I slept in a bed. In a proper bed, not just a cover over my shoulders. I flung my arms above my head, and exhaled all the air in my lungs. Is this what pure comfort feels like? This is the closest that I'll get to. Nothing will be this peaceful again. Since I'll probably die in the Arena.


I ventured into the bathroom, wondering what it looked like. Two words, bloody hell. The blue and white themed room must have been worth more than all the food I've ever eaten. Though, that isn't a lot. I walked into the glass chamber, which I was guessing was the shower. I threw my clothes on the floor, and examined the dozens of buttons. There was loads of different settings including the smells, massages, temperatures and how you wanted your hair to be dried afterwards. I didn't have a clue what buttons to press. I just pressed a button marked 'cherry' for the smell, whatever a cherry is. I'm gonna guess it's a kind of fruit or something. I pressed the 'no' button for the massages, I knew what a massage was, but I wasn't keen on the idea at the moment. Temperature I put for 'warm,' I don't want to boil like a lobster. Those things are so damn expensive.


After a warm, nicely scented shower. And a strong current blowing my hair dry, into a long silky straight head full of red hair. I explored my room. Which, like I said earlier, is amazing. I looked out the window, passing field after field. The grass didn't look particularly green, sort of more like a grey. It was then I realized there was note on the wardrobe, cautiously I stepped towards it. I was surprised when I read that it said 'these are for you by the way.' I didn't recognise the handwriting, but it was quite neat. I could guess it was a woman's handwriting, but I could be wrong I guess. I swung open the wardrobe doors and dropped my jaw. Whoa, that is a lot of clothes. I felt the fabrics and brought them to my nose and sniffed, god they smelt clean. It took me several minutes to decide on what to wear. A pair of black trousers, a red short sleeved shirt and a black jacket made from the same material as the trousers. I shoved on a pair of black boots, and pulled the trousers over them.


A knock sounded at the door, which almost made me fall over while doing the laces on the boots. "Accalia, dinner is ready," a voice called pass the wooden door. I wasn't ready sure who it was, but either way, I left the room. I was sort of skipping, but then I realised, I'm not a child. I walked maturely, not swinging my arms like a weirdo. Leo and his parents were already there, and so was the woman with the purple hair. I didn't catch her name, I wasn't bothered either. The adults were all talking, Leo just looked blankly in the table, looking as bored as ever. But his eyes shot up when he noticed I was there, and he straightened himself up against the back of the chair. As if he was trying to be polite for me, I'm hardly polite or anything anyway.


"Ah, Accalia, you're here. Come on, sit." The purple haired woman ordered, but I could tell she was trying to sound nice. I sat next to Leo, but tried to keep a little space between us. Considering that we're both going to die, probably. He might not, considering his parents are both winners, he'll probably get a lot of sponsors. The more sponsors, the more help you get in the arena. Katniss and Peeta were discussing something, probably about their son but I wasn't one to listen in to someone else's conversation. After a minute or two, dinner was served. I have never seen so much food in my life. I'm guessing Leo is already familiar with food like this, considering that his parents get a lot of money every year for winning the Games 26 and 25 years ago. There was so much to choose from, and to be honest, I didn't know what much of it was. I just stuck to some chicken in buttered kind of sauce and some salad. To drink, I went with water, I haven't drunk water that was this clear. After dinner was finished, Leo pulled his Dad away for a private chat before the other Reapings were broadasted.


Me, Katniss and the purple haired woman (I'm gonna call her Violet now) were sitting on the sofa waiting for the boys to finish their conversation. The broadcast started before they entered the room. There were loads of people from District 1, I felt sorry for the amount of twelve year olds picked from all the Reapings. There must have been like 15, those poor things. The boys missed all the Reapings, I couldn't believe how many people there were. And all of them will be killed just to narrow it down. It's been announced that every private Arena for each District will be broadcasted. Thank god we don't have to have a private Arena session. We enter the Arena in two weeks and a day, 11 days for the Private Arenas, three for training, and one for interviews and the chariot event. This is going to be a long fortnight, and very boring.


I retired to my room, feeling sick in my stomach seeing how many of us will be killed just for entertainment. It's inhuman, it's sick. I pulled off my clothes, and slipped into a pair of black leggings and a long red shirt. My wardrobe was actually mostly blacks, reds and oranges, with the occasional blue item of clothing. I snuggled under the duvet, and curled up with my head softly on the pillow. I closed my eyes, and for once. I feel asleep, comfortably. This is the most comfortable I will ever be.




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