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The Hunger Games: One way to the top

Two picked out and one killed

My mom comes into my room, with my nice dress. I just got out of the bath, and got my big sister to do my hair. She lays the dress on the bed, and comes over to me.
“Hello dear, how are you?” My mom asks me.
“I’m OK. I mean, what are the chances that I am going to be picked?” I ask her, and look sad into her eyes.
“I don’t know. But get ready; we have to be at the spot in a minute.” My mom says, and walks out of my room. I take my dress on, and put on my pretty shoes. (Perrie's look: http://www.polyvore.com/hunger_games/set?id=120451540)
Me, my mom, my big sister and my little brother walk out of our home, and go down to the town square. We get our blood test and a stamp on the hand, and walk into our categories. I get into my category: Girls, age 14-18. I look around in the crowd, and always see the same face; the face of fear.
A man gets on the stage and walks over to the microphone. It’s Mr. Black. He’s in charge of the hunger games in district 5, where we live. Behind him stand some guards, and his wife.
“Welcome district 5. Welcome to the 900 annual hunger games!” He says, and spread his arms. Some people clap, but it quickly stop. This death game is not worth clapping for.
“One boy and one girl will represent our district, in this year’s game. And remember, if it’s you that there are getting selected; bring no shame over district 5 - bring it honor!” Black said, and a woman came out with a two giant glass balls.
“In this glass ball, all the girls names are standing,” Black said, and pointed at the first glass ball, “And in this one, all the boy’s names are standing!” He said, and pointed at the second ball.
“And the boy that there are going to represent district 5 is: Zayn Malik.” Black says, and a handsome boy from category 19-22 goes up to the stage. He doesn’t look very happy, and I can hear his mom, screaming his name behind me.
“Handsome young boy isn’t he?” Mr. Black says, and go over to the girls category. “And the girl who will be representing district 5 is: Perrie Edwards!”
My legs break down, and I fall to the ground. 2 guards come over to me, and pull me up to the stage. They place me next to Zayn, and I can barely stand still. I look down at my little brother, and see him cry. My mom run up to the stage, but gets stopped by some guards.
“Perrie! Perrie! Perrie!” She screams, while the guards take’s her through a door, in the building next to stage. I can feel tears building up in my eyes, and look over at Zayn. He’s crying to, and I weirdly want to hug him. But I don’t. I cannot just hug some random kid.
“So here you got your two contenders district 5: Mr. Malik and Ms. Edwards. Give them a big hand!” Black says, and people silent clap. After that, I get sent into a room for myself, and Zayn gets into another. My brother and my sister come into my room, without my mom. I run over and hug then, but then ask:
“Where’s mom?”
“She got taken away and…” My sister starts.
“And what?” I ask, and try to catch her eyes, without any luck.
“She got… killed.” My sister says, and I break into tears.
“She died because of me, this is my entire fault. She tried to get up to the stage to me, and some guards came and toke her away!” I say, and feel my knees break down, and find myself lying on the floor, crying.
“It’s not your fault. It’s this stupid games fault!” My brother said, and lay down next to me. My sister sat down on the other side of me, and we were all crying.
“Please be careful!” My sister said, and broke the silence.
“I will. I’m just going to miss you guys so much!” I said, and felt my sister’s arms around my stomach. My brother did the same, and I let my hands wrap around there necks. Then some guards came in, and told us that the visiting time was over, and my sister and my brother left the room in tears. I stood back, with the most scared feeling I have ever experienced. My stomach is turning around, and I cannot stand still.