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Chapter 1
0 ReviewsInspired by Devon and helped by Elen and Mary
It was just like any other day. Like every other teenage girl in Phanem I was sat on my laptop, watching Dan and Phil videos, and stalking their Twitter and Tumblr profiles. Hoping for something exciting to prop up for me to fan girl over. Then Dan posted a link on Twitter announcing a surprise live video. Immediately clicking on it, I was greeted by his gorgeous face as he started to talk.
“Hey everyone! So as you know I don’t normally lives shows on this day of the week. But I have a big announcement to make so listen up my little Danosaurs!”
My mind automatically thought of competitions or a radio show Dan and President Lester would be doing.
“Now as you all know President Lester, still not used to calling him that, recently got married to Elen. Well I decided it’s about time I did the same, and settled down with someone.”
I sighed to myself. He must have gotten himself a girlfriend recently and proposed to her. Well what girl could resist him? He was a perfect human being.
“So…” he continued “I’ve decided that 2 girls from all 12 districts will be selected at random to compete in what will be called the Howell Games. A fight to the death in which the only survivor will become my wife. The age rate is between 16-21, and in a couple of weeks time there will be reapings in each district to choose all of the tributes. Until then stay classy Danosaurs” and with a little salute he was gone. I had just turned 16 meaning that I had a chance of going into the Games. Which meant I had a chance of becoming Dan’s wife. Mrs Howell. Mrs D. Isnotonfire. I definitely liked the sound of that.
My hands started to flail around the way they always do when I go into insane fangirl mode. I sat back on my bed, slumped against the cushions. This was crazy. As I sighed deeply my phone started to ring and flash my best friend Kathryn’s name. No doubt she had seen Dan’s announcement and was calling me to have someone to fangirl with.
“Hey Kathryn,” I had to hold the phone away from my ear as I was greeted with a piercing scream. “Guessing you’ve seen Dan’s video then?” I said once she had stopped shrieking.
“Yes! Yes! Oh God Devon, can you imagine if one of us got picked? And maybe even won and married Dan?”
“Well yeah, that would be amazing but if one of us died in there?”
“It’s DAN HOWELL, Devon. Pretty sure he’s worth it” Kathryn was clearly only focusing on the positive side of things.
I had to smile to myself though. “Oh yeah I’d do anything for that boy. Marrying him is me and every other fangirls dream.”
“I know right? If one of us does marry him then the other needs to be maid of Honour. Deal?” Kathryn’s voice was still loud from fangirling.
“Hey, you would be my maid of Honour if no matter whom I was marrying.”
After an hour of constant chatting about the Games, Dan, Phil and various other youtubers, we finally decided to hang up on each other. As I lay down in bed all I could think about was the Games, and what would happen if I won them. How happy I would be to have married Daniel Howell and spending the rest of our lives together. With that lovely thought I slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Dan’s POV
I leaned back on my couch as the reapings droned on and on. “Almost done” I told myself. They were all the same. Every tribute looked as if she had never been happier in her entire life. They all seemed as though nothing could stop them, that the idea of killing someone over me was something any normal person would do. District 12. Last one before I could go back to bed. Not that I would be able to sleep anyway. PJ, Elen and Phil had been watching them with me, but Phil and Elen decided to have an “early night” together. Then PJ’s girlfriend Mary from District 8 was chosen as a tribute. So he went off to his room to cry over her I was guessing.
These weren’t the live reapings. They had been filmed this afternoon and I was just watching them before they were broadcast all over Phanem. I watched Phil step on the platform in the town centre of District 12 and reach his hand into the reaping ball. He pulled out the first name and read it in a loud, clear voice.
“Devon Hall”
After the girl made her way up to the platform to stand next to Phil, I got to look at her face properly. She didn’t jump up and down, try to be funny or act silly like most of the other tributes. She stood tall and calm, but her eyes seemed so… alive. She was beautiful that’s for sure. She stood out from everyone else, even out of the girls who had clearly spent extra time on their hair and makeup. Devon was simply, perfect. A small smile was on her lips until the next tribute was announced.
“Kathryn French”
Devon’s smile disappeared as soon as the name had been called out. She glanced as the second tribute joined her and Phil on the platform. From Devon’s reaction, I guessed that she and Kathryn were very close together. They both kept glancing at each other with painful looks on their faces. As they all left the stage the TV turned black. I managed to drag myself to my room and get changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms. Crawling into bed I started to think about the Games, and having to watch all of those young girls kill each other for me
I thought about Devon too. Her face kept appearing in my mind. She seemed so much more genuine and different from all the rest of the tributes. Something about her made her stand out. One thing I was certain about, there was no way I could watch her die in the Games.
“Hey everyone! So as you know I don’t normally lives shows on this day of the week. But I have a big announcement to make so listen up my little Danosaurs!”
My mind automatically thought of competitions or a radio show Dan and President Lester would be doing.
“Now as you all know President Lester, still not used to calling him that, recently got married to Elen. Well I decided it’s about time I did the same, and settled down with someone.”
I sighed to myself. He must have gotten himself a girlfriend recently and proposed to her. Well what girl could resist him? He was a perfect human being.
“So…” he continued “I’ve decided that 2 girls from all 12 districts will be selected at random to compete in what will be called the Howell Games. A fight to the death in which the only survivor will become my wife. The age rate is between 16-21, and in a couple of weeks time there will be reapings in each district to choose all of the tributes. Until then stay classy Danosaurs” and with a little salute he was gone. I had just turned 16 meaning that I had a chance of going into the Games. Which meant I had a chance of becoming Dan’s wife. Mrs Howell. Mrs D. Isnotonfire. I definitely liked the sound of that.
My hands started to flail around the way they always do when I go into insane fangirl mode. I sat back on my bed, slumped against the cushions. This was crazy. As I sighed deeply my phone started to ring and flash my best friend Kathryn’s name. No doubt she had seen Dan’s announcement and was calling me to have someone to fangirl with.
“Hey Kathryn,” I had to hold the phone away from my ear as I was greeted with a piercing scream. “Guessing you’ve seen Dan’s video then?” I said once she had stopped shrieking.
“Yes! Yes! Oh God Devon, can you imagine if one of us got picked? And maybe even won and married Dan?”
“Well yeah, that would be amazing but if one of us died in there?”
“It’s DAN HOWELL, Devon. Pretty sure he’s worth it” Kathryn was clearly only focusing on the positive side of things.
I had to smile to myself though. “Oh yeah I’d do anything for that boy. Marrying him is me and every other fangirls dream.”
“I know right? If one of us does marry him then the other needs to be maid of Honour. Deal?” Kathryn’s voice was still loud from fangirling.
“Hey, you would be my maid of Honour if no matter whom I was marrying.”
After an hour of constant chatting about the Games, Dan, Phil and various other youtubers, we finally decided to hang up on each other. As I lay down in bed all I could think about was the Games, and what would happen if I won them. How happy I would be to have married Daniel Howell and spending the rest of our lives together. With that lovely thought I slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Dan’s POV
I leaned back on my couch as the reapings droned on and on. “Almost done” I told myself. They were all the same. Every tribute looked as if she had never been happier in her entire life. They all seemed as though nothing could stop them, that the idea of killing someone over me was something any normal person would do. District 12. Last one before I could go back to bed. Not that I would be able to sleep anyway. PJ, Elen and Phil had been watching them with me, but Phil and Elen decided to have an “early night” together. Then PJ’s girlfriend Mary from District 8 was chosen as a tribute. So he went off to his room to cry over her I was guessing.
These weren’t the live reapings. They had been filmed this afternoon and I was just watching them before they were broadcast all over Phanem. I watched Phil step on the platform in the town centre of District 12 and reach his hand into the reaping ball. He pulled out the first name and read it in a loud, clear voice.
“Devon Hall”
After the girl made her way up to the platform to stand next to Phil, I got to look at her face properly. She didn’t jump up and down, try to be funny or act silly like most of the other tributes. She stood tall and calm, but her eyes seemed so… alive. She was beautiful that’s for sure. She stood out from everyone else, even out of the girls who had clearly spent extra time on their hair and makeup. Devon was simply, perfect. A small smile was on her lips until the next tribute was announced.
“Kathryn French”
Devon’s smile disappeared as soon as the name had been called out. She glanced as the second tribute joined her and Phil on the platform. From Devon’s reaction, I guessed that she and Kathryn were very close together. They both kept glancing at each other with painful looks on their faces. As they all left the stage the TV turned black. I managed to drag myself to my room and get changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms. Crawling into bed I started to think about the Games, and having to watch all of those young girls kill each other for me
I thought about Devon too. Her face kept appearing in my mind. She seemed so much more genuine and different from all the rest of the tributes. Something about her made her stand out. One thing I was certain about, there was no way I could watch her die in the Games.
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