A/N : This is my first fanfiction, so please review. If it is not good please tell me what to fix.
My name is Aeliana, I am thirteen, and a citizen of the capitol. I have dyed my skin a hot pink and have red rubies embedded up my arms. Over all I think I am very pretty. Each year we have, what I guess you would call a contest, where we throw in twenty-four contestants, and only one of them comes out alive. It has always been my very favorite thing to watch. Even though I'm not supposed to, me and all my friends always bet on who will win. I'm usually wrong.
We have this contest because in the dark days, the thirteen districts that are a part of our President Snow came up with the idea that we should make this game called the Hunger games. In it one girl and boy from the twelve districts that remained would go and fight to the death. The one who survived at the end of it, would get a big huge home and their district would receive extra food for one whole year. Like I said earlier, it is my favorite thing to watch. Sometimes when I am bored I go back and watch recaps for hunger games I was not alive to see.
Today is what I call the kick off for the Hunger Games. It is reaping day. That means that Capitol citizens are going to go to the twelve districts and pick the players that will play in the Hunger Games. If people want to play in the Hunger Games, and are not chosen they can always volunteer. I am going to hang out with my best friends in the whole entire world, to watch it. I cannot wait for another great game.
When, I finally get to Minerva's door, I'm bursting with excitement, for today is the Hunger Games! "Minerva, can you believe that this day is finally here!" I shout to my friend when she answers the door.
"I know! I've only waited 365 days for this! I hope the tributes are good this year, unlike those tributes that froze to death." Minerva exclaims back at me. Quick word about my friend Minerva, she got surgery to look like a cat, she looks so beautiful, I wish my parents would let me get alterations like that. They only allow what I currently have, so it does not look like I will be getting those long white whiskers for a while. That's ok because I can wait.
"Ugh, those were the worst games ever!" I say back. We enter, and turn on her television, and are greeted by our favorite commentator ever, Caesar Flickman.
"Welcome to the Seventy-fourth annual Reapings!" He announces. And just like that we are watching the Reaping for District One. The Man is reaching in the bowl for the girl tribute, and my heart stops beating for a few seconds. I swear I will pee my pants soon, when he finally calls out "Glimmer-" and Minerva and I are on our feet screaming, the Hunger Games are finally official, we have our first tribute. It doesn't matter that we did not catch her last name, at the Capitol; we call all the tributes by their first name.
On and on the reapings go. And the only one that has so far caught my attention is this boy named Cato from District Two. He is a mighty man and I know that he is who I want to win the Game. Maybe he can be mine, like how that one Victor named Finnick is so many other peoples. I get lost in a fantasy that stars both me and Cato, when suddenly Minerva nudges me. "What?" I angrily ask her, she ruined my daydream.
"Someone just volunteered in District Twelve." She says quietly to me.