A Real World Hunger Games

This is like a real world hunger games, but is a little different. There are no more continents except for North America. A meteorite has destroyed the other 6 continents. North America's people can not thrive or live without the help of food being imported from the other continents, so, North America is broken up into 12 districts. Each district must find a way to make a certain amount of food for the other districts, and each district is assigned their amount. When the people of the capital realize that each district can't support the rest of North America's people, they select 24 people from each district, and each district has it's own game each year. Only two people will survive from the group that has been drawn. This helps keep the population steady. Only 2,ooo people are allowed per district. The games help decrease the number of people. Oh Ya, there is also only a quarter of the world left, just enough land for North America to stay on. They call these games, the Hunger Games.


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    As I make my way up to the grand stands with Derek, I pass the town's shops on the way. They all have signs in the window that say, "Closed For Drawings." I almost throw up. The town is creepy. It's so quiet, I mean it's always quiet, and so sad feeling, but today...today it's almost creepy how sad it is. Like everybody has taken cover for another meteorite. A tumbleweed blows across the road in front of us. I almost laugh, because it seems like tumbleweeds always blow across deserted areas in movies. Derek looks at me like I have problems.

    "Sorry, just to much thinking time." I say

    "Ya...I think so." He replies

     We get to the grandstands and check in. They prick our finger then stamp it to a paper. The people are dressed in white, armored suits. It's like they think we're gonna kill them or something. People from the capital are so weird. They don't have a clue about what it's like down here in the districts.

   I look up at Derek. He sees the confusion on my face.

    "Just don't say anything, okay? What ever they ask just do it and go on." He answers.

    The drawings are a lot more intimidating then I thought they were. In all the past years that Derek had to do them, I just stayed back in the hut, praying that he didn't get picked. But now, now that I see what their like, I almost feel bad not being there to accompany Derek. I couldn't imagine walking up here by myself. It's too much for kids my age to do. And I just keep thinking to myself that Garret is my same age and he will have to walk up here alone since his grandma is too sick to.  

   As we continue walking in a line, I spot Garrett in the distance. His face looks flushed. He looks white as a ghost. It almost looks like he has been crying because his beautiful blue eyes are bloodshot red. I feel bad for him. After he talked to me, he probably ran home and cried.

   We enter the grand stands, and Derek and I must go our separate ways since boys and girls are separated.

   I begin to cry.

    He pulls me to the side and hugs me really tight, almost making my ribs collapse.

   "Listen to me," he says in a demanding voice, clearing his throat while choking back tears also, "If your name is called, just hang in tight and I will volunteer for someone so we can be together, But, if MY name is called, do not, DO NOT volunteer for anyone. If my name is called you automatically go find Jenny and her family. I have talked to them before if this ever happened, and they have agreed to take you in and take care of you. I love you Darian, stay strong."

   Then he kisses me on the head and walks off towards the boys' section of the bleachers.

  I begin to cry harder. The worst part is, he didn't even give me a chance to say that I love him, or that he was the best brother ever, or bye.

    I feel helpless, like a baby. I feel so small, but yet, I'm doing an adult thing, going to sit for half an hour and pray for my name not to be drawn.

     I find Jenny Leroy in the girls' section of the bleachers and I go to sit by her. I can tell she's been crying even harder than I have.

   Jenny has red hair and pale skin. She has been my best friend since the first grade. Her family is very nice. She has a mom, and a dad that take very good care of her. Her sister was drawn last year, but she was a victor. The second part of the hunger games, she died on the first day by a tribute from district 5. He was very strong, and when she turned around, even before she could react, the axe cut through her heart. Derek never lets me watch the games, but word spread and I cried off and on that day, feeling so bad for Jenny. Jenny's sister and Garrett's brother paired up during the games, but Garrett's brother didn't make it to the second part of the games because he took an arrow through his heart just to keep Jenny from being killed. She was never the same after that, and when the second part came around, she was way too weak from crying to play right. That's why she was killed the first day.

   Jenny and I didn't say a word the whole time people were getting checked in, we were too scared.

    The district leader came over the intercom.

   "Good morning boys and girls! What a beautiful day it is to hold the drawings!" Then he began to talk about what an honor it is to be drawn.

   I kept thinking to myself, how can he be so happy when 24 kids that he knows are about to die in two days? And it was far from an honor to die in the games.

   I looked at Jenny. Her and I were thinking the same thing, I could tell.

   The leader began talking.

    "Alright boys and girls! Let's start the drawings! Ladies first, as always."

    He dug around the bowl and reached far in, searching for the perfect 12 names.

    He began to call off the names. He called 8 names before he called someone I actually knew. She was a girl in the 9nth grade. I didn't really know her, but I had seen her in the hallway before. All the girls had the same expression on their faces. Terror. Even though most of them were 15 or older, they all looked so helpless, and so feeble, like little kids standing up there. He continues to call off the names, and as he gets to the 12th name, I almost throw up.

    "Jenny Leroy!" He yells in excitement through the microphone.



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