Bethany Beelard

Knowing the games are tomorrow.. knowing that I could possibly be chosen, and I know nothing about survival, yeah it's scary. I mean, I could die if I get chosen. Then again, anyone can.

"You excited Betty?" My cousin called for me as she walked down to my bedroom on the first floor.

"For what?" I asked her and she gave me an envelope.

"But these don't come til tomorrow!" I said and she shrugged, closing my door.

I opened the letter and read it out loud.

"Bethany beelard,

Today we have sent you this letter because you are the leader of the blue team, which composes of you and only you. Come to the arena tomorrow to get your color shirt and name. We'll be so happy to see you on the arena.

Sincerely,

The hunger"

Who is the hunger, I wonder. I think that he is the one who chooses the people on the team. I'm not fully sure. I just shrug it off for now and make my way to my dresser, grabbing something blue. I just put on blue jeans because why not? I looked at the letter and then at my clothing.

I sat in my chair in front of my desk next to the window, and prayed on the full moon that I make it out of the games alive and well. Hopefully healthy too. I want to be around for a long time.

As long it's not Gianna in that pod, I think I'm going to be perfectly okay and safe in there. I let out a huge sigh and then I put my letter in my backpack, as I sneak out of the house.

"What are you doing cousin? And why do you have a bow and arrow?" She asked me and I shrugged.

"I need to prepare myself for the games tomorrow." I said and she looked worried.

"Bethany, you'll be okay. You are Bethany Beelard. You are a bad bitch!" She said and I nodded. I guess she's right, you know? Guess I am a boss ass bitch.

I walked out the back door while my parents are asleep and I escape my house. I run to the river behind the backyard and decided to rest there for a bit, to get my mind off things for a while. I grabbed the fishing pole out of my bag and I decided to go fishing for a bit to see if any fish are in here. I got one! It's a medium sized one, but I have food so I released it from the hook and put it back in the water.

It deserves a life. I can't do the same once I enter the stupid arena. Ugh! I pull up my phone and see some memes. HAHA! There's this meme of a car crash with a fart voiceover. I hate this. I hate that I have to be the one who goes through this stuff. I have to be in the arena at 8:00 AM tomorrow and I am not ready for this. I look around the entire area, sighing as I went into the bush to put on my swim suit and I swam a little.

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I am now laying in my bed, thinking about what tomorrow brings. It is the day of the preparation. The day that you get your resources and assigned color. Mine is blue of course, but I don't know how to go along with it, I don't know who I am competing against. Who is my male counterpart? I don't know. I sighed, looking at the picture of me and my cousin on my dresser.

"This could be goodbye." I said, as I kissed the photo and really started accepting that I am going into a dome of death.

"Cuz, are you okay?" She asked me, walking in as I started crying.

"What if I don't make it out alive?" I asked her and she looked down at the letter on the bed.

"If you don't make it out alive, the best you can do is try. Just don't come in last." She said and I sighed, rereading the letter over and over.

Why did I get my letter a day early, I wonder? Anyway, I hugged my cousin possibly for the last time before I could pass away from this tragic circle of violence. This reminds me of the hunger games to be honest. It's sort of like that, but a little bit different I guess.

"If I die, will you promise to keep this picture safe?" I asked her, grabbing the frame from the dresser.

"Yes," She said, taking the frame and hugging it. "Let's take another picture. I don't want to forget your face."

As she grabbed her phone out, I got into a comfortable spot, my hair a little gnatty, but not super horrible, which is a good thing. She played our favorite song from when we were a kid, so that it could be the last thing I listened to before my dooming death. It was 'Highway to hell' yes, I was always a rock junkie.

I was always one for rock music. It is so satisfying when the guitar is played aggressively. It makes instruments a whole lot better. It makes them a whole lot better sounding too. I let out a big sigh next to my cousin as she smiled and I could tell that she is scared of losing me too. I understand why. The games are difficult. They aren't even games, I don't know why they are called that.

I sighed as I played on my phone and my cousin left the room. She hugged me and closed my door, walking out of my room. I grabbed the letter and reread it. I decided to get under my covers and think about how these could be the last moments of my possibly super short life. I start to close my eyes as I daydream about my crush. Scared of life, I eventually fade to sleep and now I am in a dozed off trance.