"Wha-" you am trying really hard not to scream, screaming would be childish. but you couldn't hold back. You felt it rise from your lungs and energy surging through you. I won! I'm going to meet Joshua Ryan Hutcherson! I'm going to breath the same air!...
You screamed. You screamed like You never did before. You screamed so loud your pretty sure you woke up the whole neighborhood.
You jumped up and down, shaking the wooden floor. You were crying now, happy tears.
"Mother," you sobbed, "I, I can't believe... This is a joke, it must be a joke, I can't be, AHH!"
You felt tons of emotions surging through you, excited, worried, nervous, confused. Why would I get picked? One slip out of thousands...
Then you think of The Hunger Games, "one slip out of thousands," thinking back to when Prim got reaped. This was like a reaping, but not quite. Prim got reaped to fight to the death, but this reaping, was a really, really good one.
When you finally calm down, you are breathing heavily, like you just ran twenty miles. You have never fangirled so hard in your life. You start to wonder what your friends would say. They knew you entered, they did, as well. Surely they were listening to the news today.
"Mum, I don't think I am emotionally ready to go to school today,"
"Nice try, honey, but you are going to school."
You push the door open that leads into your first class, English. All you can think about is meeting him... Josh. Josh, Josh, Josh, JOSH. Five more days...
You glide to your seat in the front of the room, your practically skipping, right in front of the teachers desk. You set your bag on your desk and rest. You have five minutes until English actually starts, so you pull your phone out of your bag.
You log onto your Instagram fan page - Joshxwonderstruck - and go strait to your camera roll.
As soon as you find a picture of Josh you haven't posted yet, you start working on the caption. You didn't know where to start, and you didn't want to brag or anything, but you were so excited...
-OH MY JOSH YOU GUYS YOU GUYS I DIDN'T KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED OR WHY I WAS PICKED BUT I AM MEETING JOSH HUTCHERSON ON FRIDAY IN HAWAII OMJ I CANT EVEN IM CRYING SO HARD OMJ
(please don't take this as bragging, I'm sure 99.9% of you would act the same way.)
ASDFGHJKKSGKFLGGKDFKRGHRKGJKGJS #joshhutcherson -
You hit the "Post" button and wait for the comments. After a minute of just likes and "Follow For follow?" You can tell people are actually reading your caption, because thirty people have already told you how lucky you were.
You smile, and butterflies fill your stomach. You simply cannot stop thinking about it. You wonder how you will make it through the week. You slip your phone back into your bag.
Five seconds before the bell rang, Hannah, your best friend, slips into the room. She rushes to her desk, which is right next to yours. You notice her red hair is pulled sloppily into a bun, and she's not wearing any makeup. She never leaves her house without makeup, or without styling her hair.
"Um... Hannah?" You turn in your chair, so your facing her.
"Don't you 'um Hannah' me, you know why I look like this today. Lucky snitch."
"Was that a Harry Potter 'snitch' or a tattletale 'snitch'?" Probably the Harry Potter one, she's obsessed, You think.
She rolled her eyes, which made you confused. "J-o-s-h-u-a" She spelled out, slowly, like she was teaching someone how to spell. But she sounded annoyed. You shake your head.
"I don't know. I don't know how I was picked. I literally entered once."
"I entered 40 times. Makes no freaking since." She was chewing on bubblegum. You could see the pink blob when she opened her mouth to speak.
The teacher entered, placing a stack of papers on his desk. He had a Tim Horton's donut rapper in one hand, balancing coffee in the other.
"All right class," He says, in his slightly English accent, but you focus on a bird outside the window.
You tap your pencil on the desk, wondering how you will ever get through the week without dying of anticipation.