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“You ok son?” Eff-Eff put his head around the bedroom door to check on his child.
Flubbin had turned 16 this year, for the first time making him eligible for this years selection, and to say that he was ****ting himself would have been an understatement.
“I’m scared Dad” answered Flubbin.
Eff-eff pushed the door open further and entered the room. “You’ll be fine. I’ve been in the draw 11 years and never been picked.” He said comfortingly.
“I guess you’re right.” Flubbin said, still not feeling any great comfort from his father’s word. He was just hoping the odds would be in his favour.
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“98…99…100” Raka sat back up wiping the sweat off his brow having just completed his 100 sit ups of the morning.
Raka was known in District 3 as one of the proudest 3bies there ever was, especially when it came to The Hunger Games, he was always the one cheering on their tributes the loudest, for the short amount of time they actually survived. Many of District 3, along with Raka himself, believed he could bring District 3 their first ever victor of The Games, and make the rest of the country take notice of them for once.
Now all he needed was to be selected…
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Yet dropped his cigarette and rubbed it in to the ground with his shoe. As he looked up he squinted in the sunlight.
“Beautiful day huh?” said a passer by.
Beautiful? Yet thought. Beuatiful in the fact that it is the day where 2 families get ripped apart and destroyed. Beautiful was the last thing he’d use to describe Draw Day.
“Hmph” He grunted back in acknowledgement, but nothing more.
“Well that was rude” muttered the passerby as he made his way up to the town square for the drawing. Azuarc had a slight spring to his step as he walked.
Unlike the man he just passed, azuarc was confident he wasn’t going to get picked. He had prayed the night before, as he had done every day before Draw Day since The Games began, and it hadn’t yet failed him.
“God shall not fail me now” He smiled as he immersed himself in to the growing crowd.
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Kaybee stood in the crowd at the back, trying to look over a sea of heads in front of him. Around him stood families crying, drunk men swaying and laughing at the hilarity of the situation. Every year, the scenario never changed. Kaybee raised his hand over his dark green eyes to block out the sun. The mayor was about to begin his speech.
“And so it begins again” Yet said, walking up next to his old friend.
“May the odds be ever in our favour” Kaybee replied.
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“People have always underestimated us as a district.” The mayor exclaimed in to the microphone. “But this year shall be different! I know none of you really wish to be selected, but unfortunately 2 of you will. So I ask, to the 2 tributes, do us proud! Make the other districts remember who we are! How proud we are to be from this District!”
The crowd cheered, although rather subdued at first, many still fearing the impending draw.
District 3 had no previous winner, and no special guest to do the draw, so it was up to the mayor. He dipped his hand in to the giant glass bowl in front of him and pulled out the first name. The crowd held their breath.
“Flubbin Sixman” He shouted in to the microphone. “Come on up Flubbin.”
Eff-eff turned to face his son with a look of disbelief. “Son…” He began to say.
“It’s fine Dad.” Flubbing replied “It’s fine.”
But it wasn’t fine. Flubbin was stuck rigid to the spot, not quite believing what actually happened.
Raka, standing a row behind the now chosen tribute, gathered what was happening. He put a hand on the boys shoulder, making him jump.
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