"I announce with great regret that as requested by the former residents of district 13 the final hunger games consisting of the children of the former governments greatest powers will go on. Because of the games, there will be no tolerance for any violence or hatred between the Capitol citizens and the residents of the districts. I here pledge that with these games it ends an era of death and fear. With this treaty, I agree with these terms." President Paylor put her pen down on the parchment and with that my fate was sealed. I will be in the Hunger Games. A dream come true yet nightmares are also dreams. I never liked the games, thought they were horrendous but at the same time, I remember speaking with my friends about it, we would always train in the woods and goof around. But maybe there was a chance I could do this. No who am I kidding, I'm dead.
Do you ever just feel like you don't belong, anywhere. That's what I have felt like every day of my life. I should probably introduce myself, my name is Lily Rosilyn Snow. Yes as in the former president Cornelius Snow. I am not blind to the horrors that my grandfather is responsible for, actually, I am the most familiar with them. He killed my parents and siblings for not being good enough. He said that if I don't do better then them I will receive the same fate. You would think even the most heartless of monsters would hold a place in their hearts for family, but not him. It was the madness that was my household that made me feel like I didn't belong but no matter because it will all end soon enough.
I walk into my room and grab a dress-one of the few things I grabbed from my house. I put on the pale yellow dress and look into the mirror. I was never out in the open so I managed to keep my long natural brown hair color and light tan skin tone. Around my hazel green eyes, I had enhanced lashes so in my stylist's terms I would "look more appealing." My lips had dyed a cherry red color and I was about 5'7. My face was covered in scratches from being torn away from the president's mansion that I had resentfully called home my whole life. With a blank face, I watched my reflection intently, just hoping the girl with the flowing yellow dress would just disappear. I was forced by social norms to watch the games every year and though I found many people appalling for the crimes they committed against humanity I knew it was not a choice for them. My favorite hunger games were the 74th, the winners Peeta Melark and Katniss Everdeen. Katniss showed confidence, courage, and compassion. Peeta showed perseverance, trust, and kindness. Most of all though, the true love they shared on screen was inspiring. I could tell Katniss couldn't see it but she loved him. I wish I could find something like that.
I stare out the window look over the twinkling rubble that was my home town and try not to think of which of my childhood friends I would have to face in these games.
Yay! Ok, the first chapter is really short but I'm just setting up some background.
For the story, I need 23 other tributes so you can submit I guess
Name of Tribute
Capitol Family
A little bit of Background
weapon they use
what place they come in
