To whom it may concern,
The U.S. government has declared that each state will send in 2 tributes, 1 male and 1 female between 12-18, to the Hunger Games. The tributes will be selected by a lottery held at the state capitol on June 1s, 2020. Each name will be entered once. Volunteers to take the place of a tribute will be allowed. Every one is required to attend. The tributes selected will be taken to Washington D.C. into an arena to fight to the death. The arena will vary. It could be anything from wilderness, to an icy tundra, to a beach. If the two tributes from the same state are the last alive, they will be declared winners. If there fellow tribute should die, the remaining tribute can still win. The winner will recieve a life of ease back home with fame and fortune. Losing will mean certain death. The games will occur once a year on June 1st, and everyone is required to watch the games. They can last anywhere from days, to weeks. Attacthed is a form you are required to fill out, registering all children between 12-18. It must be mailed to your state capitol by May 15th
Let the games begin.
I stare down at the letter. My mouth is hanging open in shock. June 1st is only 2 months away. Why is this happening? No, I know why this is happening. The uprisings. This is the governments way of stopping us. I immediatly worry. What if im picked? What if my younger brother or sister is picked? Becca, only 12 years old, and Daniel, 14 years old. All three of us will be going to be in that lottery. I will be going in with the 16 year old group. Me, Annalise. The shy girl, the one who has only a handful of friends. The girl who has never killed a fly, let alone a person. If any of us has a chance to win, it would be Daniel. But I cant let him go in. I just hope that if he does get chosen, he is prepared for the worse. Maybe someone will volunteer for him if he is chosen. I know if Becca's name is chosen, im taking her place. The next thought that runs through my mind is to train. If we have to go in, we better have some idea how to survive.
I walk into the house and yell for everyone to come into the dining room. Everyone sits down at the table and stares at me. I begin to read the letter. After I finish, i can see my mother has tears welling up in her eyes. My father keeps his calm demeanor, but I can see the anger boiling up inside of him. Daniel and Becca are in utter shock. I let the news sink in. My dad speakes up.
"Well, I can't say i'm suprised."
I just look at him. He is leaned back slightly in his chair, with his arms folded over his chest. We look just alike. Me, Becca, and Daniel have the same dark brown hair with chocolate eyes. Becca got our mother's tanned skin where Daniel and I have our father's fair skin. My mother, who's emerald green eyes are fighting back tears, grabs me and holds me in her arms. I pat her back, reminding her everything will be fine. I push her black hair behind her ear and tell her to stay strong for us. She nods slightly and sits back down. After a moment of silence, I suggest my idea. "I think we should start training now. Maybe get some survival books from the library and put it to use as much as possible. We should train with weapons, work on our cardio and strength. Start controlling how much we eat now, so we can last longer in the arena." Everyone nods in agreement. Dad offers to take us to the library to get all the books we need. Becca stays home with mother to start with our workout and diet plan. We hop into his truck and make our way to the library