This story is about the 28th annual Hunger Games. Its the first one I've written, so I'm sorry if its really bad.

THE HUNGER GAMES FANFICTION: JEZABELL MILLER

Chapter 1

I wake up to the sun streaming through my window. What day is it today? I wonder. Looking around I see my house, my room. It's small, and has no color, but that's okay I like it that way. I live in district 2 , the district known for masonry. Or as I like to call it, the Capitols lap dogs.

Lugging myself out of bed, and slump over to the door, looking over I see my calendar. Oh that's what day it is, I think to myself. Today is the day that most people dread, and others love. Today is the reaping. How could I not remember that, everyone knows that, everyone. I walk through the hallway of my house, towards the kitchen. It's not as big of a house as everyone else in 2, but it's nice.

"Hey sweetie, how are you today?" My mother asks. I only have my mother and sister. My dad's a drunk and can't seem to get the meaning of the word sober. But then again on most days my mothers out of it too. So really I only have my sister.

But really what a stupid question, who asks how your doing on the day of the reaping. "How do you think I feel." I respond frustrated. Today out of all the days in the year, she decides she will care.

She doesn't respond, just goes back to what she was doing before. I know I offended her, but I don't care, why should I? I walk into the laundry room, searching for my clothing. Finding some, I change into a blue shirt and jeans. Walking to the front door, I pull on my boots and leave closing the door with a slam.

District 2 is big, and really ugly so I don't really enjoy it to much. Sometimes I wish I lived district 12, at least there, there's a forest, and something to strive for. But not in 2, never in 2. All we do is bring pride to our district and murder kids.

I walk across the district to meet my friend, Alex. He's the only person I really trust. He's been my friend forever, and he always will be. We always meet at the park on this day, ever since our names were put in the bowls. I spot him sitting on a bench, looking down to at the ground. What is he doing? I wonder to myself, then start to jog over. "Alex!" I call, he looks up and smiles.

"Hey Jez," he calls back to me, his blonde hair swishing across his forehead. I know Alex is good looking, everyone always talks about him like he is the most gorgeous thing to walk across the streets of district 2. As for me, well I don't really care about how he looks, I just care that he doesn't go all stupid and volunteer for the games.

"Well Alex, here's to hoping that this year we don't get called." I say sitting beside him, forcing happiness into my voice. I know we've got really good chances, everyone always volunteers.

"Happy Jez?." He asked, I couldn't tell if it was jokingly or not.

"Alex, I will never be happy on days like today." Its true, I don't understand how anyone could.

"Ah, I see." He responded, then stood up. "Come on, lets walk I'm tired of sitting down."

"Um, okay." I stand up, my brown hair moving across my back.

For the first bit we don't talk, but I hate silence, just can't stand it, so I start talking, "where are we going?"

"You'll see." He responds looking down at me. Literally. He's at least a head taller the me.

I grown but keep walking. I really hate when he doesn't actually answer me, and just gives some lame excuse.

"Can you at least tell me something?" I ask, trying to find an answer.

"I'm really handsome." Great. My friend is in love with himself.

I role my eyes and sigh again. But continue walking.

We walked for maybe an hour, before we came to the spot. At first I'm confused, why would he bring me here? Of all places. A school. Then I realize why. This is the place we first met, the place where we first started being friends.

Stupid dad. Drunk, and stupid. You cant do anything. only drink! The school comes into view, I look at it and see someone. Not just anyone Alexander. Squinting to get a better look I realize it is him. But why would he be sitting alone? Walking over to him I see tears stained on his checks. "Hi."
He just looks up at me, his eyes were red and puffy, but he didn't say anything.
I sat down on the ground beside him, and looked at him. "Whats wrong?" I ask.
This time he answers, "why do you want to know." I frown and start to get anger, I'm just trying to be nice, he doesn't need to be rude.
"I don't. I'm just trying to be nice." I say, starting to stand.
"Your not like everyone else." I stopped mid stance, and slowly sat back down.
"No? What makes you say that?" I don't quite understand what he means.
"No, your aren't. For one you don't freak out over me like everyone else," he starts, but I cut him off.
"Like I'd want to! Oh Alexander you soooo pretty!" I said mockingly, and frustratedly. I'm the only person in district 2 who actual has a brain! What does he expect swooning from everyone! "No! I like that. It's a nice change." What?

Seeing the school was a nice break from reality. But it didn't last long, nothing good lasts. Before I knew it I was home and getting ready for the reaping. "Jez, Jezabell. Where are you?" I hear, my sister Luna calling me.

"In here," I call back.I look over at my door knowing that she'll be there soon. And as I expected she is, her small head peeked around my door. "Hi Jezzy!" She said as she walked in. Luna isn't old enough to go into the reaping, she's only 4. She doesn't quite understand what the games are, and we intend to keep it that way until she absolutely has to.

"Hey there girly, whats the matter?" I responded with a smile, bending down so I can hug her.

"Well a couple years you started getting scared about something, then you started going in the crowd of people, you did it last year too, and the year before that. Now this year your doing it again, and I want to know why." Luna had a serious look on his face, or at least as much as a 4 year old could.

Oh dear. "Well... Sweetie, I have to get dressed up and look all fancy for a TV show hosted by the capital." I told her trying to not give to much away.

"Really what TV show? What's it called? And what about the bowls that weird haired man pulls names from, is that how they pick the people?"

"Um... Well..." How am i possibly going to explain this. Every year the capitol puts a show on called The Hunger Games, but only some people get chosen. That's what the bowls are for they chose people at random." I tell her, of course that's not true. It's not chosen at random it's favored. People who don't have enough money can sign up for a tessaire, you put your name in the bowl extra times and get a year supply of grain for your family. My names in the bowl 19 times, and I'm only 14. But you know it's not favoritism, not at all.

"Do you think you'll get chosen?" She asks.

"I don't know, there's a possibility that I will, but with everyone else in our district , I don't think I will."

"Oh, well that's to bad. It would be really awesome if you were on TV," Luna replied.

Oh! Right in the heart. She want's me to get reaped. I felt a sadness wash over me, but it's not her fault, I wont explain it fully to her before she really has to know, and I wont let anyone else. I drilled that into my parents heads. "Trust me Luna, there are a lot of girls who diverse it more then I do."

"Oh, okay!" She says then starts to skip off, "Oh right I was supposed to tell you," She says turning around, "Were leaving in 5 minutes." She turns back to my door and skips off.

My stomach drops to my feet. Time for the reaping.