Sang is chosen for the Culling, a series of fights to the death that are generally played by men. In fact, Sang is the first woman selected, well, ever. As the games start, and Sang forms bonds with a group of nine men, she comes to realize that the...
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Sang
Once the general announcements ended overhead and the tributes attention had been diverted from the screen, most people started conversing amongst themselves. Seeing as this was also the first time that tributes outside of each district were to see each other as well, many people were also occupied with sizing each other up.
Most of the focus in the room was on the tributes from the Capital as their inclusion this year was the big new thing.
However, considering that I was wearing a sparkly pink dress and was the only woman in a room with over a hundred men in suits, I knew that my luck was bound to wear off soon. I ended up trying to make myself as small as possible behind Derrick, who didn't say anything to me but let me stand close.
The first person to notice me was a short black-haired man with stubble, who stood directly across from the divider from me. He had previously turned to check out the tributes from district six, saw me, and literally jumped.
"What the fuck is this?"
The outburst caught the attention of the men neighboring him, and everyone turned to follow his line of sight.
Great.
Derrick, the traitor, shrugged and stepped away from me which exposed me entirely to their view. Mike and Jer, who were a few feet away, were giving me encouraging looks but did not move from their designated areas.
Another guy across from me began to examine me as well. The first thing that came to mind about his appearance was that he made me think of a gladiator - complete with blonde hair that went to his mid-back and a fit looking body to match the stereotype.
"Are you lost, girly?" The gladiator asked.
I stared at the ground as hard as I could and crossed my arms over my stomach. "No..."
"Are you looking for someone?" The first man asked in a hopeful tone of voice.
"No..."
"You can't be a tribute?" A third disbelieving voice spoke up, from a man with a black beard from two lines across from me, and I felt like I now had the attention of a thousand people focused on me.
