Hello Everyone,

This is my first fanfiction, so please be kind to me. I am not a native English so my English might be pretty bad at times. Also I have Dyslexia, so I am trying my best. Corrections in my English will be welcome.

Please enjoy the story, I hope you will like it!

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'66th hunger games, yes that's this year. 66 years ago were the dark days, there was an uprising and we the districts lost. Now we have the Hunger Games, brutal peacekeepers and most of us battle starvation every single day.

The Hunger Games is much like a tournament in the eyes of the sickening Capitol people. Every year 12 boy tributes an 12 girl tributes are thrown in an arena where they have to fight until only one of them is still alive. And if that is not worse enough, we have to celebrate it!

Watch our loved ones die and enjoy it! How sick can it be! The survivor is called a victor and gets a lot of money, a house and everlasting fame, well if you get famous by killing people I will never be famous. I refuse to kill, of course I say that now, but what will happen if I was thrown in to the arena? I do not know what I would do, I just know that I will never be the same just like every other victor. In my opinion the games are so much bull***. It makes me wonder who even came up with the Idea of the Games. What kind of cruel person was he or she and WHAT WAS HE/SHE THINKING!

In District 12 we have had exactly 2 victors. Haymich our only living victor is a drunken mess, because of the games he lost everything he had. I hope someday the games will stop, so no one has to end up like that or even worse (not that I can think of anything worse anyway),the nightmares and the responsibilities you end up getting will haunt you I think.

I am one of those people who does not belief everything the capitol broadcast about the living victors. It is so easy to make up lies, or make things look like something they are not. It is known that a tribute needs to make the capitol like them so they will have sponsors in the arena, and something tells me that after the games they will still have to please them. To the victors the games will never end.

Damn I wish those stupid games did not exist. Every year there are family's ripped apart, and when you live in 12 you almost know for certain that when you are reaped you will never come back. Killed by another unlucky child/teenager who had no choice, it is kill or be killed. And when you do survive that hellhole, the Capitol I am certain will want something from you. They always want something from you and if you don't give it to them you, your family and friends will suffer. It will destroy the person you were completely and makes you do things you never thought you would.

How do I know this, well you should take a look at Haymich or any other victors that's an answer enough I think? Smiling on the outside, but their eyes are dead. Like they are not living anymore but just a robot following commands. Maybe I know more of a victor's life than others.

My mother knew Haymich before the games, and knew his brother even better. She told me how Haymich used to act. Let me tell you it is a world of difference. She also told me once she had a crush on Haymich's older brother. I was not born when Haymich had his games. I heard that there were twice as many tributes in the arena in his year not 24 but 48 tributes. That him being a victor was because he pulled a stunt with the force field. And exactly that stunt cost him: his brother, mother and girlfriend. They were shot through the head a week after he returned. Right in front of the justice building, where children and teenagers like myself and all the others between 12 and 18 year are reaped every single year.

It is truly revolting. But what can we do? We cannot even feed ourselves properly. If we started an uprising it would have us killed in no time. Even with enough food 12 isn't that big, we do not have that kind of manpower or resource fullness to accomplice a successful uprising. I need to be careful with those thought by the way, if I were to speak those thought out loud I would be killed, no excuses.

So I started thinking: what I personally can do about the families who are being ripped apart? Well I can keep 1 family from being ripped apart, I can protect the other tribute with my life. But that would send me to an early and probably painful dead. I thought about it before, but there was always something –well someone- holding me back. This year is different though. This year nothing is holding me back. This year there will only one family grieving, and that is if my plan does not succeed.

I have no family, I never knew my father and my mother died last year from illness. Even Mrs. Everdeen – our highly esteem doctor- could not save her. It was during the Games that she passed away, I didn't really watch, but don't tell the officials that because it is a mandatory viewing. - Wouldn't want to be flogged. –

Really the law is so stupid! It is also the reason that people in the district who are not related to the tributes watch the games. They are avoiding to be flogged.

The morning before my mother died, she gave me a letter. She made me promise I would deliver it to Haymich once he was home again. Why my mother would send him a letter is still a Mistry to me. I never did deliver the letter, I always had it under the matrass of my bed in the community home I was transferred to after my mother's dead, the letter unopened and unread, now it is in my trouser pocket, it is time I for fill my promise.

This letter and her necklace are the only things that I have left of my mother and the life I had before. Those two things are my only connection I have left of her. Delivering this letter is like letting go of a part of her, and I just couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to give this letter to Haymich. What good does it anyway? He is always drunk, so it is highly possible that he would not read it at all. But now, 2 months before the actual reaping I am going to give Haymich the letter. Today after school I will. After all it was my mother's last wish.

I finger my necklace, it was my mom's first. It is a thin silver one, one she said was in the family for ages. I like to believe that, it gives me comfort. I grab the 3 small pendants one by one between my index-finger and thumb. First the white primrose,- I heard Mr. Everdeen and his wife called their second daughter after the flower, it is a beautiful name – The flower means Hope. Next is the key and last is the lock. It is not known by many, but my neckless tells me a story. Hope is the key to solve any problem.'

I shift in my chair as I turn my attention back to my history teacher as he starts ranting, he is ranting about manners and grumbles something about lazy students. 'Something happened then I wasn't paying attention' I think. I look around the classroom and see Liam standing next to his chair with his hand clasped behind his back and a cocky grin on his face. Others are hiding smiles behind their hands or are staring intensely at their study books. "Well mister Miller." Our teacher says after a moment of silence. "What shall I do with you? After all sleeping in class is forbidden." He stops for a moment and looks at Liam. "MILLER!" he suddenly scream and slaps the straightedge he uses to point things out on the map hard on the table in front of him. I flinch at the sound of the two connecting just like a minority of the other students. "STOP STARING AT MISS WENTWORTH, YOU CAN DO THAT AFTER CLASS!" he continues. I gape at my teacher, did he just said what I think he said? I turn my head in Liam's direction and see him blush and look at the floor. My eyebrows shoot to my hairline and turn my head quickly back to my book, and tuck my head between my shoulders in attempt to hide. 'What the….. Why was he looking at me? This is so embarrassing!' "Miller, sit down. I want to see you after class." Our teacher continues a much calmer than before. Just then the bell rings. I sight in relief, slam my book shut and put it back on the respected bookshelf before I make a bleeding line to the door. I am not staying here any longer than necessary.

I almost run out of the school, last moment I remember the letter I have to deliver and chance my direction to the victor village. It is a 20 minute walk from school to the victors village and I must say I am starting to get nerves. 'What do I do when Haymich does not accept the letter? Do I beg hem? Fight him? ' I take few more steps and come to a standstill. "Áhhrrgg…. Ohh… come on Meliora don't be so stupid. You are going to give him this letter!" I mutter to myself and start walking again.

When I reach the victors village I look around. The houses are so much bigger than our Seam houses or the Merchant's for that matter. The buildings are fairly old, but I look at them in awe. I myself used to live in the Seam. The houses there are so much smaller! They are small wooden houses with 1 bedchamber, a living room with kitchen in it and a bathroom. And that's it. But these houses are from stone and I bet they have numerous chambers and stuff. I have never been to the victors village before, why would I? I did not have a purpose to be here, now I have.

I fish the letter out of my trouser pocket, and hold on to it tightly. I take a deep breath and knock on the only house that is occupied 's door. I wait for a moment but nothing happens, I knock again but louder this time.

I hear some stumbling an something crashes to the ground, a round of swearing and then a lock is turned and I stand eye in eye with Haymich Abernathy. I stare at him for a moment, the alcohol fumes coming from him and out of his house are something you cannot miss. I gulp and thrust the letter out to him. He does not seem to notice, he looks at me intently for a moment as I work up the courage to speak. "Umm.." I say "My mother asked me to deliver this letter to you before she died…" I pause for a second, speaking of my mother is still hard after all "I hope you will read it and treat it with respect… It…it" I take a deep breath "It was her last will, that you would get this letter.'' I end. I said this looking at the hand I stretched out to him with the letter. I look up at his eyes now.

He did not take the letter, but he was studying me. "Umm… Sir… is something wrong?" I ask after a few minutes of silence. This seems to get Haymich attention, and he shakes his head. He takes the letter from me before looking me in the eyes again. "Thank you." he slurs "I will honour your mothers last request… even if I do not know her. " He says looking back at me. "Anything else Sweetheart?" He asked me with a sudden sarcastic smile on his face. "Umm no… Thank you .. sir.." I mumble before turning around and running of in the direction of the community home.

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Well that is the first chapter! I hope you like it!