Prologue

intro

“Television is getting boring. Children and teens everywhere are clicking the off button right now, and that just won't do. The youth population brings in more ratings than anything now I want you all to sit down now, open your laptops, and write a reality television show that will bring in ratings and is entertaining. Begin.” A woman with high black stiletto shoes paces the floor, barking out orders, flat screen televisions all around the walls showing muted shows. The room goes quiet except for the clicking of keys. A silent hours passes.

“Now, read the prompts you have written.” She hisses, breaking the silence like a knife slicing through butter. Her leather tank top fits her perfectly and her black, shiny leggings hug her legs. “You, Rick, go.”

“I-It's Roger and-”

“I DON'T CARE! READ!”

“Well, imagine this: Six fake tanned, extreme make-up, and thick accents from Georgia, and they think they're classy, but really all the do is drink and have sex and-”

“I'm going to stop you there, already done, and it was a disaster, NEXT! Ginny, go.”

The writer named Jenny starts reading, “Um, well there's three cats and-”

“NEXT! Xavier, my darling, read your idea.” She says, slipping out her words so they come as a hiss and twining herself around the handsome man.

“Imagine, two teenagers who hate each other and different ones from all over the world, speaking different languages, and each one with a different item that will help them but with no way to communicate. Why would they need these things? They would go to a remote island and they must survive. This show will be called Live. The two teens who hate each other won't want to help each other, it has to be a burning hate. And they must survive, if you die, you die, not our fault.”

The woman sits on his desk with a frightening smile on her face, “How old are these teens?”

“From the age of thirteen to nineteen.”

“Perfect.” The word comes out like a purr.

A commercial comes on a television in a regular suburban home a teens channel is on and five teenagers sit in the room, eating Doritos.

The announcers dramatic voice starts, “Hi kids! Do you want to get paid to go on a tropical vacation and meet kids from all over the world, just like you? Well, here's your chance! Three's one catch. It's all filmed, and you must survive.”

The kids look at each other in shock.

“All you have to do, is if you're thirteen to nineteen, just call or text this number! 666-666-1276. You will be called in for an audition, chosen at random.”

“Oh my gosh, Shae, I'm totally going into this, are you?” The other teenagers nod excitedly, already dialing.

“Sure, Anna, I guess.” She pulls out her cell phone and starts the text with her name, e-mail, and address.

Three days later, her and Anna get a call.

“Congra-a-adulations! You have been chosen to audition for Live! We will be by to pick you up on June 17^th, get ready!” The phone goes dead.

Author's Note

REVIEWS PLEASE!

Reviews

[Archia]

This actually seems really interesting. I've never read the Hunger Games, but what I've gathered from it, is that this will be very different just as you said.
I like the idea of how it was decided upon, I take from it quite a bit about the society.
So yeah, this seems really interesting and can't wait to read more.

[Tegon Maus]

Cleaver idea... go through and drop the nows ( to many )
"Three days later, her and Anna get a call."... should she, not her. Two teens that hate each other ? Don't tell me that actually happens ??