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I was bored one day and I decided to write a parody about the Hunger Games using my classmates. Most of the tributes are real people. But I put some random people in here too and I also put my other personality in the story too. If you can find out who are real then you might get mentioned in the story. If you guess correctly who I am, my other personality and the person that I like(!) than there might be a surprise for you...anyways let the games begin!!!!
100th Hunger Games (Parody)
The 100th Hunger Games have begun. The time has to come to play the 4th Quarter Quell where three tributes from each district compete to fight to the death. After the death of the rebel Katniss and her husband Peeta, the Capitol as it used to be was brought back in to power. Many other rebels fought but now the Capitol had allies. Many other countries came to the aid of the successor of Snow; thus continued the Hunger Games and also the tradition of the Quarter Quells. As remembrance of how the rebels were willing sacrifice other rebels to fight, this year the two tributes selected by random will have to choose the next person to go with them to the Games. Who will win and die? Who will have romances and who will make alliances? The Hunger Games have begun, time is ticking. May the odds be ever in your favor!
District 1 (Luxury)
AJ Point Of View
Oh great. Now today is the reaping. I lie down in my bed and ignore the beeps coming from my alarm. I look around my room that my dad bought for me. The picture of that girl is on my holo desk next to the origami flowers I had pasted around her picture. I think her name was Gwen? No it was something long, Genevieve. Yes that was it. Ever since I saw her at the meeting I was shocked. I had gawked at her before she slapped me and asked me what I was doing. I quickly washed my face and ran out the door hoping I’d see Genevieve at the Games. I think she likes me!
Crystal Point of View
The reaping is here? Oh um well I better get down to the living room. My mom will expect me to be all ready for the reaping. She thinks that I’m going to win, if I get chosen. I hope that this year I won’t get chosen or get reaped. I really want to finish school before I die…
Luthor Point of View
HA HA HA! The reaping is here! I’m going to volunteer and kill everyone! HA Ha HA!
AJ Point Of View
At the town square, I flip my hair back and forth. Hoping I get chosen so when I get up on the stage I can do my Beiber flip!
Oh my gosh, I forgot that girls are reaped first. Wait, oh my god that sounds wrong. The representative from the Capitol is here. She smiles at us and acts all creepy and everything and she even winks at me and giggles! Who the crap is she? She reaches in to the jar full of names and pulls out a pink slip. I shut my eyes and hear the name “Crystal Meth!”
AHAHAHAHAHA! Yes! She’s fragile enough and tasty too! AHAHAHAHAHA!
Who is she? I think I’ve heard her name before when I was passing by an alley with somebody dealing out bags to people. I don’t think it was her though. Now it’s the boys reaping. I’m about to volunteer when this freak with purple dreadlocks and a red shirt and neon green pants yells “I want blood! Umm, I mean I volunteer!” I feel bad for Crystal. Wait maybe she’ll choose me! After all she is a platinum blonde Asian!
Oh, now we have to choose the other person coming with us. Hmm…there’s this one other Asian…maybe we can form an alliance, and get rid of this psychopath.
Hmm…who else…ooh there’s more people that look all fresh and clean. Maybe I’ll choose another girl because they’re always more swee-
I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!
Now they’re taking us away.
HAHAHAHAHAHA! Let the games begin!
District 2 (Masonry)
“I’ll see you at the reaping!" I tell my friends after I get on the front steps of my 6 story house, hoping this won’t be the last time I ring this door bell.
Where am I? I wake up and find myself in an alley full of trash and empty beer bottles. The stench of beer and vomit lingers around me. I stagger up only to be pushed down by Peacekeepers. “Think you could just get away by getting drunk on the day before the reaping? Well now we know that you’re definitely going to be in the Hunger Games!” And as they drag me away I think why did I ever go to that party? Then I think oh yeah, because there was pie.
I said I was coming!” I yell after I roll around my bed for the 3rd time. MY mom bursts through the door and says “Come On! You’re not going to be chosen if you just lie around in your bed!” I think about what she just said “You want me to be chosen?” I ask. “Definitely! Why wouldn’t you want to be a tribute? All the fame an-“
“All you ever care is money! That’s all you care about and it’s…it’s not right1 Just leave me alone.”
My mom looks at me, studies me. She walks out the door saying “She’ll learn”
I bury my face in my pillow and think. Maybe the real people that are going to learn are the Capitol…and they’re going to listen, the way my father died.
I stand close to my friends at the town square where there are a bunch of cameras. One of my friends say that the male tribute has already been chosen Some minor who was drunk got beaten up by the Peacekeepers and oh, here he comes he’s being led to the center.
Uh…I don’t feel so good. They must have drugged me so I wouldn’t wake up and bite off another peacekeeper’s ear off. Crunchy.
They call the first name. “Gertrude Longmear” I stand there. Shocked. Out of all the people in the District it had to be me. I try to run away but the Peacekeepers hold me back and push on the podium. I want someone to save me. But I’m not Katniss. I don’t have somebody to save me. I’m…just alone. Out of all the people in the District they had to choose me. Mom must have done something.
I watch as the crying girl stands there and looks around. Probably for her dad. The announcer takes another piece of paper and reads “Alfonzo Diton”
Everybody looks at my way. The beer bottle in my back pocket, wait I have a beer bottle? The Peacekeepers escort me to the stage and tell me to pick the next person to come with us. As an answer I snort and get the beer bottle out of my back pocket and throw it at nobody in particular.
I stare at the sky thinking about that AJ guy when I hear glass break at my feet and screams and gasps. I look down and see a broken beer bottle. The crowd looks and the announcer say we have our third tribute! I stare at the boy. How could he have done this? But then I think I’ll have some special ways to kill him. Maybe I’ll get a bass clarinet as a sponsor gift. I could run him through with it! This might not be the end of the world. After all, how bad could it be?