So this is my new story. I've always wanted to write about Johannas games because she is my favourite character in the Trilogy. So, why not? This is my Version of Johannas Games.

Reaping for the 71st Hunger games Johannas POV:
I hurl the axe at the tree in anger. Mine, Hunters, Mums, Dads. They all land on the target except for Hunters. It was his favourite axe, and since he died it's become mine. I use it for training. I've trained myself and Hunter since I understood what the games meant. Hunter was younger than me by a year. He was reaped at 13. And even my training and his Job as a wood cutter couldn't save him. The legendary Finnick Odair is still the youngest Victor at 14. Most are around 16, like last years Victor Annie Cresta. I hear she's turned into a Nutcase though.

I climb across from my tree house into my bedroom window. Mum and Dad think I'm getting ready for the reaping. But i'm getting in some last minuite training. It helps take my mind off the town square. I cry every year, because my cousin ethan was Whipped to death on the stocks behind the stage. Just the thought drowns me as I pull on an outfit. I make my way to the reaping by myself. Hunter was my best friend, I didnt't need anyone else.

The whole District is standing in the town square. We are a small District, and I'm already crying as I take my place in the 16 section. The loose dress I pulled on makes me look younger, especially with my hair brown hair round my shoulders. The escort comes out onto the stage and begins the reaping. I am sobbing at this point, I can see Ethan strapped to the stocks, crying as the life bleed out of him. I Come back my senses as the escort screams out "Johanna Mason". This just reminds me of Hunter as I sob even Harder. I almost fall over making my way to the stage. I must look weak and pitiful to the rest of Panem. And then I get my key to victory. The careers overlook the weak kids that aren't killed in the bloodbath, and they hunt down the bigger threats. This is my key to success. She reaps a boy called Forest. He is 18, and I recognise him from Hunters funeral. Years as working as a woodcutter has made him big and muscled, making me look smaller as I stand next to him. Hunching over adds to the impression. The escort makes us shake hands and we go into the Justice building, The same way Hunter did.