It's 6:30 in the morning, I woke up out of fright the sky was grey as a soulless body, it was dead silent. Today is the reaping for the Hunger Games, I've been forced to attend this life or death lottery for the last 4 years.

The Hunger Games is a gruesome game that the Capitol forces us to play in. I'm just a pawn in a game of chess, oa useless bag of utter trash. No one cares if I die, no one cares about anything but their own family. I, however, don't have a family their lives were taken by this Battle Royale. The policemen of the Capitol, Peace Makers appear at my door in their white fencing like suit demanding my presence. I listen I don't want to be whipped to death just like my grandfather Samur Wott, just before my brother Osha was reaped in the games. As usual, the peace keepers explain the rules as they escort me to the center of the town where the reaping is held

"The 24 children of the 12 districts battle. This year is the 25th game, the first quarter quell". The peace keeper with a brown cap and a British accent speaks.

We arrive to hear uncontrollably sobbing by kids experiencing their first reaping. A peace keeper wearing a yellow dress takes my blood sample the pain is unbearable, like getting your skin getting torn off by a butter knife she shouts "Daisy"! District 4's escort, Toadette repeats the rules. I pay no attention to them they've been implanted in my mind since my second reaping.

"As this year is the Quarter Quell we've added a twist in the normal rules. The districts are in teams of 4. They work together, Only one team can win. All the survivors in the team get to stay alive. Also, there are twice the amount of tributes. Have fun and may the odds be ever in your favor"! Toadette says frothing at her mouth

"Now it's time for the tributes!" The pink mushroom exclaims.

"As always ladies first". She adds

She reaches her hands into one of two bowls that have a peculiar glow to them and gold coins with a star pattern on them. She reads out the coin,

"Violet L".

She has straight, black hair leading to her shoulders and bangs brushed off to the side. Her skin was tan and her eyes brown. She wore a pair of grey sweatpants and a purple zip-up jacket with a hood. Her socks are white paired with a pair of black-and-pink shoes. Her mother cries most likely hoping that someone volunteers for her.

"And the last female tribute, Artemis Askr"

Artemis steps up, she wore a light blue dress with a golden necklace and a silver tiara. She's obviously a career.

She reads out the next coin,

"Drew Wott."

I freeze. Crap. Shoot a flurry of profanities flood my brain. Out of all these people I get picked, I hope I don't end up like my brother.

"And the last male tribute, Apollo Askr"

He's matching his sister, he's wearing a light blue dress shirt and black dress pants

I step up onto the platform and get pushed into a room. Violet and I then exchange a look.

"I guess we're both really unlucky," I say depressingly to Violet.

I'm surprised I could say that. Normally my introvert-ness traps me in a shell

"At least we stand a chance, now the districts are working together," Violet sighs. Two Peace Keepers come behind us and push us onto a train.

"You are now free to walk around," a childish voice spoke through a microphone.

I walk to the next car, the one in front of my to meet Raguele Scarborough. He's a tall handsome career from district 1, he has glossy black hair and mesmerizing black eyes, he seems to have a quite calm demeanour.

I walk up to him. What's with me, I guess the thought of this week being my last I've grown more confident

"What do you want child?" he says sternly.

I use my rage that I really have on Toadette on him, by punching him he then vigorously slaps me before I dive in and tackle- I mean, sit on him when I get off of him he brutally elbows me to the ground. After the searing pain in my back ends I grab his leg and tug, he falls to the ground.

"Break it up, you two," a strict yet childish voice says.

A person with long black hair leading to the side of his face, tanned skin and a white t-shirt approaches. His name is John Cen- I mean, Ivan Reaper.

We blink at the sight of a small teenage boy standing in front of us and laugh.

"Why would we listen to a midget like you?" Raguele retorts.

A girl runs out from the other cart. "Sia, kick them." Ivan orders

Raguele and I both get kicked hard in the shins. We moan in pain, it feels like thousands of needle are piercing my skin. Raguele gets up from his chair and death stares Sia and starts to yell at her. Ivan and I stare at the bickering teenagers. We then look at each other, smile, and make a heart shape with our hands and say simultaneously, "Awwww!"

Ivan and I then run away in fright as Raguele and Sia glare at us. I bump into another tribute and we both fall to the ground and we stare at each other.

"Quack," she whispers.

"Umm?" I say, confused.

"Pizza Hut, Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken in a Pizza Hut," she sings while making a square shape with her hands.

"What are you doing?" I ask slowly.

"MC DONALD'S! MC DONALD'S!" she screams violently.

I back away from her slowly keeping my guard up.

"My name's Kayla! I'm from district 6!" she says abruptly.

"...Hi," I hesitate.

She has bipolar issues I convey

"Jane, come meet my new friend, Drew!" she yells across the room to a girl with short black hair, tan skin, ripped jeans and a black zip-up jacket.

"How did you know my name?" I question.

"You told me yesterday in my dreams," she says creepily.

I slowly back away in fear. What the heck was up with her!