where's lover boy?

Well, thats how she ended up going through an intensive training academy that trains her and her peers to survive and win the games. They practice with weapons of all sorts, finding what they find most comfortable before mastering it, honing their skills to become extremely dangerous with their choice of weapon. They have classes on how to find and create shelter, fire, hunting basics so that they can last when sponsor money ran low as the games went on.

The girl and boy with the best overall grades in their senior year would be rigged to be reaped as tributes and anyone who dare volunteer woukd face the deadly consequences. And after the first incident, no one has tried again.

This girl, she knows its morally wrong. Everything about the games is horrific, but what is she to do when her parents leave her no other option? The family business was going under and her parents, who were always explosive, became even more so and took it out on her. They'd slap and hit and smack her anytime her grades were anything but perfect, so withing that first year she learned she had to do this to survive. Even if the end would mean being sent to an arena where she had to fight to the death. And even then, her parents made it clear as day to her that she needed to win; for honor, and for the money they were starting to so desperately need.

So she became top of her class, perfect scores all around so it was no shock when reaping day of her senior year came along, just 3 days after her birthday, that she heard her name be called over the speakers.

The other tribute who she was being sent with to their death didnt make this any easier. It was her best friend. His parents were similar to hers, they wanted him to go and win, and although not primarily for the money, but rather to restore their honor as the Districts most respected family.

So now, on the train, and every waking thought she has leading up until the very moment that bell goes off in the arena, she can only think about how badly she wants to just let someone kill her.

She had nothing left at home but shitty parents, the life of a victor didnt appeal to her, especially if to get to live a lavish life she had to kill for it. Sure she had been trained for this very moment, but they practiced on dummies, holograms.

Killing and actual, living being, with a heartbeat and muscles and blood and- it wasnt right, and it wasnt possible for her. The thought disgusted her to the point that she had woken up in the middle of the night in the tribute apartments just to throw up in the capitols pristine toilet.

And the weight- God the weight was unbearable. The weight of having to take human lives, innocent human lives of children. The weight of having to put up a fight to bring her District some form of honor. The weight if expectations that she be scary and ruthless. The expectations that she win and come home a Victor stained with blood that will never fade. It crushes her, consumes her and she doesnt know whether to do what she was trained to do or follow her heart.

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Anyways so Id love smth like that, maybe I can write it myself since I definitely got ahead of myself and wrote more than I expected too but idk you guys lmk😭✌️