HEY EVERYONE! I'm back writing again! This time with a Hunger Games Story! I really wanted to write something about what a random irl watching the games !would go through. I hope you like it

Chapter 1: The Reaping

I would probably be considered lucky by the rest of Panem.

I was one of the few people who got to live in the Capitol. I lived an easy life of luxury with everything I could ever need. I looked around the large, over-decorated room at my family as we waited for the reaping coverage to start.

My little brother, Amos, danced around the room with a toy knife. He had short, spiky hair dyed multiple shades of blue and green. My mother and father laughed watching him.

My mother was beautiful. She had long, lilac hair with small stands of diamonds woven in. She had the same tiny diamonds implanted around her eyes. They glistened whenever the sun caught them.

"Look dad, Amos shouted," I'm gunna win the Hunger Games! All I gotta do is take out Venes!"

He ran towards me with the toy.

My dad swooped down and lifted him off his feet as he was running and sat him on his lap.

"Amos Desinia!" he shouted mimicking Caesar Flickerman's strong voice, "The first five year old ever to win the Hunger Games!"

I laughed and rolled my eyes, turning my attention to the TV as the show began.

"Quite now!" my mother said anxiously. The reaping day was always her favorite thing to watch. She said you could see what the tributes were really like by the way they reacted.

On, the TV the video they played every year to introduce the games was just finishing. It then cut to the reaping at district one.

She watched the crowds cheering as they announced the tributes name. The girl, Glimmer, walked proudly to the stage with a haughty smirk on her face.

Then they called the boys name. An older boy named Marvel was called and he strutted up to the stage wearing the same expression as the girl.

Next, the scene changed to district two. The two tributes were Cato and Clove.

"He looks like he could win," my mother muttered to herself as the boy walked to the stage, "Just look at his eyes."

I watched him and he did seem like he could be the winner. He walked with arrogance and his eyes had a dark flicker to them.

After many years of watching the games, you could tell right away who could have a shot at winning. There were the people who walked up with confidence when they're name was called. Others completely broke down and collapsed to the ground. Those people never did as well.

The show went on and more names were called. Honestly, no one had really stood out yet and they were almost done with District ten. Once you get to the poorer districts the mood of the crowds and tributes changes. Their faces become solemn. I can see why though, most of their tributes never stand a chance.

I watched as they began calling the names for District 11. A small girl named Rue walked to the stage. I felt bad for her. She was only twelve and stood almost no chance. She looked out at the crowd with sad eyes.

Then they called the boy.

A strong, tall boy named Thresh came forward. His face was expressionless as he took his place next to the small girl.

The scene changed again and the announcers quickly debated Rue and Thresh.

"That Thresh looks mighty strong," one of them was saying, "I wouldn't count him out.

I agreed with the announcer. Some years one of lower districts would have an awesome tribute and win it all for their district, though that was pretty rare.

They then began the coverage of District 12.

"Primrose Everdeen!" the peppy woman on stage shouted.

The camera cut to a small girl in the crowd. She was light blonde hair and looked deathly pale. She had a horrified expression on her face not unlike the girl from 11.

She slowly made her way forward walking as if she were in a trance when the was a commotion behind her.

An older girl with dark hair had run forward from the crowd and had a frantic expression of her face.

"I VOLENTEER!" She screamed desperately.

I was shocked. No one ever volunteered in District 12.

There was a stunned silence as she walked up to the stage. The only sound was the little girl that had been chosen before screaming and crying as an older boy picked her up and carried her away.

"Well, let's have some applause for are first ever volunteer!" the woman on stage said awkwardly.

The crowd remained silent but one by one raising their arms in some sort of three fingered gesture.

The girl stood on the stage. She didn't cry or look scared at all. I watched her. There was something different about her.

The woman called the boys name and a sturdy looking boy with blonde hair walked to stage. There was a strange look in his eyes as he shook hands with the girl, whose name was Katniss, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

The scene ended and cut back to the announcers

"Well that was exciting," a man with bright green hair said clearly surprised.

His partner agreed and they did a quick wrap up of the night's events and showed the faces of the tributes one more time as the national anthem played.

My dad shut off the TV and began talking about how exciting the parade would be. Wrapped up in the discussion about the tributes costumes, I soon forgot about the girl from district 12 until later that night.

As I was lying in bed that night, I thought more about the reaping and the girl from District 12. She must of have been the blonde girls sister.

I was suddenly hit with a wave of sadness.

I cried.

The games never upset me, even when I was little. But there was something about the way Katniss gave up her life to save her sister.

I cried for her. And I cried for her sister and the boy with the blonde hair.

I cried for the little girl from District 11 and even for Cato from district two.

Somehow, it had never occurred to me that all the tributes had just given up their whole lives.

And that all of them were going to die.

Alright so this chapters more of a warm-up. Tell me what you think! Lwt mw know if you want to hear more of this!