*THGM: 4th Annual*

Okay everyone, normally the Hunger Games wouldn't be something I would do for a fanfiction, but I just so happen to be in a Hunger Games Roleplay on Facebook. (*LINK TO PAGE WILL BE POSTED ON MY PROFILE) On the page, it's the 4th games, and a Quarter Quell in their eyes. A bunch of stuff went down earlier and I just couldn't stop laughing, so I decided to post the whole thing on here! It will all be from my characters POV, so one arena will be missed. (You won't miss much, they were boring.)

Chapter one: Reapings

Hello, my name is Faye Ackerman. I am fifteen years old; I am short and gangly and have fluffy bright red hair that won't do anything I want it to. I live in District 3 with my mom. It's just us, so it does get kind of lonely. Two weeks ago, they announced that the 4th Annual Hunger Games was a Quarter Quell. They also said in honor of that, they would be taking 48 tributes instead of the usual 24. I had felt a sense of dread all up until today, Reaping Day.

I was wide awake, and had been all night. While I was still afraid of the dark, in my own room I had no fear. This was different. It was reaping day, there was no way I was going to get any sleep. So I got up and tiptoed out of my room and slipped on my shoes as quietly as possible before leaving out the front door. I walked around my house and leaned the wooden ladder that was lying on the ground against the house. I sat down as far from the edge as I possibly could. I wasn't too fond of heights either. It was there I sat as the sun came up and a Capitol hovercraft appeared in the skies. Not too long after, my mother opened the door and called me in to get ready.

"There's a bath drawn," my mom said as I walked in the door. I shivered and nodded solemnly. I hurried through my bath and then rushed into my room where the dark green dress we had bought just last week was laying out all ready for me. After settling it on my thin shoulders, I went to work at my hair. As usual, it was puffed up and wouldn't lay flat, so I settled for pulling it back into a puffy bun.

I had just pinned the last hair into place when a bell started ringing. "For whom the bell tolls…" I said looking up at my mom. She smiled back as best as she could. It was hard to be happy today. For anybody. We walked silently to the Square and I went to stand with the other girls my age. I didn't know any of them very well, but we nodded at ach other and turned our attention to the steps of our Justice building. District Three's escort, a man whose green wig was as bright as his obviously enhanced eye color.

After the usual speech about the dark days and once again reminded us that this year was special because it was a Quarter Quell and that we had to send twice the amount of tributes in.

"So, in the spirit of everything. Ladies first!" He said walking over to the glass bowl holding all of the girl's names. As he dug around in the bowl, I bit my lip. "Yazmine!" He called out. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding and turned to look around. A girl three people to my left was a deathly shade of white and slowly walked forward.

"At least it wasn't me," a girl behind me said to her friend.

"And next is," the escort was already unfolding a second slip of paper as Yazmine walked up the steps. "Faye Ackerman!" I let a small whimper slip from between my lips.

My nightmare, the one that had kept me up since the Quell was announced, had come true. I stumbled forward and tried to calm my rapidly beating heart. I could do this; I was smart, and small. Maybe I'd be overlooked. I stood next to Yazmine and stared numbly out at the rest of my District. Two boys joined us, Samuel and Andrei. Samuel I vaguely knew, we were in the same class at school.

"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odd be ever in your favor!" Our escort herded us into the Justice Building to say goodbye to our friends and family. I waited, but my mother never came. I thought about it as we rode to the train station. I didn't blame her. That is one goodbye she shouldn't have to make. Yet at the same time, I resented her for thinking so little of me.

Once on the train, all of us tributes separated and went into our separate compartments. I was glad for the excuse not to talk to any of them. My last thought that night was of me coming home to my mother.