The 80th Hunger Games

by JerseyGurl24

****Discontinued**** What if the rebellion happened but Katniss and her team were not successful? The people they lost were for nothing? What if instead they were punished and now had to send in 4 tributes for 10 years to make up for their attempt? What if the Hunger Games stil exsisted? SYOT!

Chapter 1

Katniss's POV

Today is always a bad day. The day everyone fears. The day every will always remember the sins of the past citizens of this country have made. The ones where future generations will have to make up for their sins. The day where everyone feels blue and wants to wrap their children up and never let them go. Today is the day of the reaping of the 80th Games. You can tell, everyone's on edge. No one even glances at a person the wrong way. The shuffle along and go along their own business. No one seemed chipper or happy. Just doom and gloom. Today marks the day where Panem will pay for the latest rebellion. The one I led. We must put forth 4 tributes every year till the 85th games. No one is safe.

Mothers and Fathers want to stow their children away. Keep them locked up safe this year, but it ultimately fails, peacekeepers go around escorting the children to the reaping. If they try to hide a child of age they will double the slips in the bowl with their names. The one family learned that the hard way when their daughter was caught hiding and stowing away. She was only 12 years old. She was sent into the games where she ultimately met her fate. They never healed from that loss and neither has 12. Todays the day where everyones lives will all change. Todays the day where families will loose a loved one. After Peeta's and my games both times, snow had allowed there to be two victors if both are in the same district. So there is always hope, but that's only 2 lives that will be safe, 2 lives that will not meet their untimely end. Since then its been the careers who have won said victories. And one in district 8. But today marks a new day, today I will be there to bring home someone or two, to 12. I will allow families to see their loved ones. I am determined. I always have been and I always give the same speech to myself, and I always loose all 4 of my tributes at some point in the games.

As I approach the stage with Peeta hand in hand, I can not help but worry. Will this year be different? Will we finally bring someone home? Or will we suffer like we have been? You can not change the past with what you have done. You can not change the path that you alone are walking down. But you can choose to make the choices you believe will bring you to the ultimate goal that you have for yourself. Today my goal is to survive the reapings. To pray that the younger children sta safe for another year. To not have to worry about breaking down because it reminds me of Prim. Today I plan to sta strong and to not let it get to me. Today I make district 12 proud.

"Good afternoon, and welcome to the reaping of the 80th Hunger games, May the odds be ever in your favor!" the escort says over the loud speaker.