A/N: Just a one-shot I found stashed away in a folder. Never thought I would continue it, but here it is :) Anyway, there probably won't be any romance, because I really fail at romantic shtuff xD
So here's the prologue, and ENJOY ;)
The Headmaster considered who he'd ask to volunteer for the 99th Hunger Games. All of the eligible 18 year olds had been extremely competitive from the start, and compared to the regulars, would all be excellent choices. However, choices had to be made, and so he chose the best of the best. This wasn't hard, because there was one student who stood out from everyone, one that everyone expected to be chosen for the Games. He was a favourite with students and teachers alike, and could handle any weapon with ease, but was best with a sword and bow. His quick thinking and lightning fast reactions would definitely help in the arena, and his creativeness was also another trait that would be in his favour. Above all, determination, courage and intuition made him the obvious male tribute for District 2.
It seemed as though Mitchell Hughes was born for the Hunger Games. However, the Headmaster hesitated.
"Sir, we don't have very long," the messenger said impatiently.
"Yes, yes, of course," he replied, still deep in thought.
Mitch was arrogant and rebellious, and often made jokes at the Capitols expense. He resented the Capitol, and didn't bother hiding it. He would definitely refuse an offer from the others in the Alliance, although teaming up with Districts 1 and 4 was almost customary. Either way, Mitch would be volunteering at the reaping, so there would be no point in holding him back.
At this point, the messenger had started tapping his foot on the floor impatiently.
"I've made my decision." The messenger straightened up, relieved. "Tell Mitch that he has been chosen to represent District 2 in the Hunger Games."