Hey, Tributes. This is my first Gadge fanfict so I hope you'all like it. I first found out about Gadge by reading fanficts so it inspired me to make one of my own.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins does. If you didn't know that, then you're not a true Hunger Games fan.

I stood at the sixteen age section in the square. As I looked around I saw many girls around me with worried expressions. I hated this. But not because I feared for my own safety, but because I hated what some of these people had to go through today. I knew I wasn't supposed to think that way, being the mayor's daughter and all, but I couldn't help it. I guess that's just how things were, but it wasn't fair. The Games weren't fair.

But who am I to say that, I thought. I was Madge Undersee. The Major's daughter, the shy, quiet girl who had everything she needed more than enough, when most people in the district could barely afford for one meal.

It was a hot day, too hot. People start to sweat, but I couldn't tell if it was because of the heart or of nervousness. Finally, when the square is full, dad steps up to the podium to read the story of Panem. About how the country rose, about the disasters, and about the Dark days. It's hard to imagine it all, since it was more than 75 years ago, but there are some elders who were alive during the dark days. After dad finishes, he introduces Effie Trinket who says with her Capitol accent, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the Odds be Ever in your favor!"

This year, she is wearing a big pink wig that is sort of coming off. She is trying to hang on to it but it's still sliding off. I had to admit some of the capital people where freaky, with squeaky voices but again, who am I to judge. Just like every year she says " Ladies first!" and heads towards the bowl with all the girls names and as she reaches in, tension fills up my chest.

We all watch her walk back to the microphone, smooth's out the slip of paper and says in a clear voice, "Madge Undersee."

Dread fills me up, but somehow my legs work and take me automatically towards the podium. As I climb the steps I hear shock whispers coming from the crowd. Who would had thought that the majors daughter could be reaped? At the same time, my dad rises from his seat just as surprised. "Madge? How can this be?" he says but makes no advancement towards me, which is probably a good idea. Meanwhile, when I reach my spot I am concentrating hard on not crying keeping my eyes locked on the ground. Effie asks for a round of applause, and obediently the crowd claps. Then, she heads towards the boys bowl, digging through and comes up with a slip.

Please don't let it be someone I know, I think, but just as that thought comes to my mind she says, "Gale Hawthorne."

Dammit, I think. No the odds are not in my favor today. Why? Why him? I spot him coming through the crowd, already covered from his shocked expression. His face is smooth and unreadable he climbs the steps and takes his spot, looking not towards the crowd, but far away towards the hill surrounding the district. Dad recovers enough and comes to read the treaty of treason, but I can't concentrate anymore my thoughts are far away.

Why me? Why him? Is all I can think. I know him. I see him every Sunday with Katniss when they come to our house with the strawberries. We may have only crossed a few words between us, but it's still not fair. I spot Katniss in the crowd, fear written all over her face but I don't know if it's for me, him, or both of us. This is not good.

Finally, dad finishes and motions for us to shake hands. As our eyes meet, I see a flicker of anxiety but his hand is steady and firm in mine. We face the crowd once again as the anthem plays and as soon as it finishes we are taken into custody, almost like prisoners whisked towards their deaths, which is exactly where I'm going.

Ok, so what you guys think. If I get good responses then I'm going to continue posting the rest.

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