Okay so I'm going to post his backstory, his feelings about the Hunger Games...how far should I go? Until his death or until the Reaping?
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I wake up, slowly stretch, and get out of bed. I smile at my snoring brother Alex and gently tap his shoulder.
"Alex...Alex! Wake up!" I whisper.
"Whassup..?" he mutters, rubbing his eyes. He yawns. "What, is today a holiday or something?"
"It's the Reaping," I whisper. "We need to get dressed."
Alex jumps up and gets dressed quickly. "Hurry up!" he says. "It's the Reaping!"
I roll my eyes and get dressed.
I walk downstairs and sit next to my mom. "Hi," I mumble.
"Oh, Nemo. I wanted to talk to you about something." she says.
"I just want you to know that if you get chosen-"
I interrupted. "If we get chosen, we should always remember our families and what's most important. You tell us every year..."
I played with my cereal.
"Yes, but..." Mom smiled a little. "I know that, but everyone wants to win every year for their district, right?" I nodded. "But does everyone win? Of course not. And if you're chosen, there's a one in twenty-four chance you'll win. And although I hope you'll win, the odds are you won't." I frowned. "But that doesn't mean you'll be chosen. I'm just...warning you."
Xander looked at us, wide-eyed. "Nemo gonna die?"
My mom chuckled. "No, Nemo isn't going to die. Now..." she clapped her hands. "Everyone, get ready! It's time to go to the Reaping!"
I stand with the rest of the citizens my age. A boy in front of me smiles knowingly.
"What?" I asked, curious. He waved his hand dismissively.
"I know who the male Tribute is." he said, smiling.
"Who?" I asked. But the boy just smiled again and turned away.
The mayor's hand is poised outside the rim of the bowl. He smiles and begins the opening speech. I barely listen, wondering who the male tribute could be.
"The male tribute is..." the mayor pauses for effect. "Nemo Hennesen."
I stop, suddenly. I look at the boy. He grins and pushes me forward. "Good luck." he hisses.
I stumble onto the stage, vaguely aware everyone is watching. I slowly lower myself into a chair, but I miss. Everyone bursts into laughter as I get back in the chair.
"Nemo gonna die?" Xander asks, hiding in my mother's arms.
"Yes, honey." she says, her voice barely audible. "Nemo is going to die."
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I wake up, slowly stretch, and get out of bed. I smile at my snoring brother Alex and gently tap his shoulder.
"Alex...Alex! Wake up!" I whisper.
"Whassup..?" he mutters, rubbing his eyes. He yawns. "What, is today a holiday or something?"
"It's the Reaping," I whisper. "We need to get dressed."
Alex jumps up and gets dressed quickly. "Hurry up!" he says. "It's the Reaping!"
I roll my eyes and get dressed.
I walk downstairs and sit next to my mom. "Hi," I mumble.
"Oh, Nemo. I wanted to talk to you about something." she says.
"I just want you to know that if you get chosen-"
I interrupted. "If we get chosen, we should always remember our families and what's most important. You tell us every year..."
I played with my cereal.
"Yes, but..." Mom smiled a little. "I know that, but everyone wants to win every year for their district, right?" I nodded. "But does everyone win? Of course not. And if you're chosen, there's a one in twenty-four chance you'll win. And although I hope you'll win, the odds are you won't." I frowned. "But that doesn't mean you'll be chosen. I'm just...warning you."
Xander looked at us, wide-eyed. "Nemo gonna die?"
My mom chuckled. "No, Nemo isn't going to die. Now..." she clapped her hands. "Everyone, get ready! It's time to go to the Reaping!"
I stand with the rest of the citizens my age. A boy in front of me smiles knowingly.
"What?" I asked, curious. He waved his hand dismissively.
"I know who the male Tribute is." he said, smiling.
"Who?" I asked. But the boy just smiled again and turned away.
The mayor's hand is poised outside the rim of the bowl. He smiles and begins the opening speech. I barely listen, wondering who the male tribute could be.
"The male tribute is..." the mayor pauses for effect. "Nemo Hennesen."
I stop, suddenly. I look at the boy. He grins and pushes me forward. "Good luck." he hisses.
I stumble onto the stage, vaguely aware everyone is watching. I slowly lower myself into a chair, but I miss. Everyone bursts into laughter as I get back in the chair.
"Nemo gonna die?" Xander asks, hiding in my mother's arms.
"Yes, honey." she says, her voice barely audible. "Nemo is going to die."
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