Authors Note: I just want to say, this is my first Fanfic, so any reviews would be greatly appreciated. Alrighty, this is set as if the rebellion in catching fire and mockingjay never happened, so I present the 77th Annual Hunger Games!
DISCLAIMER: all characters and places and all that stuff belongs to Suzanne Collins. Without that lovely lady, this story would not have come about. Enjoy!
Reaping day. The one day of the year that in the 12 districts of Panem, every child aged between twelve and eighteen dreads. This is the day the children are chosen for the 77th annual Hunger Games.
On the morning of the reaping, I wake up screaming. I had dreamt of being in the games, then getting slowly tortured to death by one of the old career tributes, Cato from the 74th games. He had a grin like he was the most psychotic human in history. He was cutting each of my limbs off, painfully slowly. I was crying out in pain before Cato finally whispered in my ear, 'I win, goodbye Maycee' then stabbed me with his spear.
"Maycee? Are you alright?" My Mom calls from the kitchen, these nightmares had become a regular occurrence, so she was getting worried.
"I'm fine Mom" I yell back. Man, I need to get my act together. I'm only fifteen; my name is only in the reaping ball four times. In theory, I should be safer than those who had to sign up for tesserae. My brother did though; his name was in the ball 46 times. He said it was his responsibility to keep this family alive, but last year he was chosen as the boy tribute for district 12, the least admirable district. Russeil lasted until the final eight, so the Capitol crews came to interview the family. Two days after the cameras were gone, Russeil was killed by trackerjacker wasps, one of the Capitol's many muttations. It was after his death that I got the nightmares.
The reaping didn't start until two, so if I got chosen, I only had seven hours left with the remainder of my family. I have to stop thinking like that, so I go to help my mother with milking our goat.
"Maycee, stop worrying about the reaping, I can see how stressed you are. The other kids from the seam are in the ball many more times than you" Mom patted my shoulder. I couldn't help the stress of the Reaping get to me.
"Mom, do you not remember the 74th games? Primrose Everdeen? Her name was in the ball once, and she was picked. If it wasn't for Katniss volunteering, Prim would be dead. You know that Mom so stop pretending and just pray I don't get picked this time" I say, with tears starting to well up in my eyes.
Mom doesn't say anything else. She just finished with the goat and led me inside to get dressed for reaping. The Capitol have it as almost a rule that everyone must be dressed their best for Reaping, we must keep in mind that the whole nation is watching as this districts children get called for slaughter.
I try my hardest to keep a straight face as we walk into the district square, showing no emotion helps keep others calm. We are herded firstly into girls and boys, then into ages. The younger you are the further back you stand in the square. I get stuck in the middle, just in front of Prim. I still don't believe the Capitol makes Prim eligible for the games again. It probably has something to do with Katniss' little stunt with the poison berries that caused both her and her husband Peeta Mellark to win that year's games. I take a deep breath as our districts escort, Effie Trinket walks up to the podium, as usual sporting her bright pink wig and other things only fashionable in the Capitol.
"Now, to announce the female tribute from district twelve!" she says, in my opinion what seems to be a far too cheerful tone of voice for such a dismal day. Effie dips her hand into the ball containing all of the females in district twelve eligible for the games, and swishes them around a little before finally making her mind up about which slip of paper to choose. Effie seems happy with her decision as she steps back to the microphone.
"I am proud to announce, that the female tribute representing district twelve for the 77th Hunger games is" Effie pauses to unfold the paper in her hands.
"Maycee Holleepath!"
Yet again, thank you so very much for reading my story, please review! I need to know what could make this story better or what I screwed up e.t.c….