Hunger Games Fanfic

hey there readers! im allison and i love the hunger games, and so my friend told me to start writing fan fiction. so here it is! enjoy!
(i dont own the title "the hunger games, im just writing a fanfic or fun!)

"Ladies first!" Della Rendon said, as she has every year for the past 27 years in district 12, and walked over to the glass ball containing all the girls' names.

'My name is in there 49 times' I thought to myself. I had to sign up for tesserae to feed my family of 6; my mother and 5 children. My dad had died in the Hunger Games in the first Quarter Quell two years ago, where our district had to vote for who would enter the games in the Capitol. My father was voted because he had recently been wrongly accused of stealing from the Head Peacekeeper, Donomolius Perdins, and was then widely hated because the whole district thought he was a fool. He was stabbed in the chest and face in the bloodbath. He was only 36 years old! I had a special, fiery hate for the Capitol now, and reaping day always brought sadness to my entire family.

I watched as Della walked as swiftly as her ridiculously high shoes and tight dress would allow towards the ball and she plunged her hand into the bowl with excitement. Nothing could have prepared me for what I heard.

"Melka Eromis"

That was my best friend.

Chapter 2

Melka was so weak, with long, straight brown hair and just barely passing 5 feet tall; she couldn't lift a toothpick, let alone fight against a Career. I looked through the swarm of relieved 14 year-old girls to see my life, my joy, my friend walking to her slow and ugly death. I caught her eye for a split second and saw her pleading with me to do something, to stand up to the Capitol, as we had always dreamed of doing, wasting countless hours in my cellar plotting this impossible occurrence. I gathered all my courage and yelled, "I volunteer! I, Sasha Dagwood, volunteer as tribute."

Melka looked at me with a different type of fear in her eyes. The fear I had felt seconds earlier, of helplessness, the feeling of having a part of you being ripped away to a land where you are transformed into one of two things: a filthy rich, spoiled and rude snob or a lifeless person pushing up daisies. For her and my family's sake I tried to look courageous, to look ready, fearless, but I was already internally saying my goodbyes.

Della came up to me and said "Well that's a first. A volunteer from district 12! What did you say your name was again?"

"Sasha Dagwood," I said with as much confidence as I could.

Della said, "Well, that was very brave Sasha! Now to the boys!"

She did her little waddle/run over to the other glass ball and I prayed for little Victor and Fram, praying that I wouldn't have to go in with my brothers, or worse, have to kill one of them.

"Hunter Splintwalter."

Oh god. Anyone but Hunter. I didn't want to go in to the arena with the boy I was hopelessly in love with. He had beautiful brown hair and thick eyebrows, with a square jaw and stunning green eyes. He had huge muscles from working at the butcher's with his father, having to carry 200 pound animal carcasses across town square many times a day before people start cutting off chunks.

He looked nervous as he walked stiffly up to the stage with two peacekeepers close behind. He looked at me and I tried to make him feel ok, feel assured, but I had a feeling I wasn't as convincing as I was trying to be.

Delma said "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the tributes of district 12!"

Nobody clapped. The silence seemed to echo off the stores in the square that were closed for the day. Nobody ever claps.

They whisked us away to the Justice Building, which brought back awful memories of picking up my father in a cold, wooden box, burying him in our backyard. The elevator stunk of moldy cheese and memories, of children, some only 12 years old, who would never come back. Of weeping parents picking up the lifeless body, stone cold, of who was once a beautiful, energetic person. Of shattered dreams.

"That will be me soon." I thought to myself. The elevator made its slow descent in to the basement of the Justice Building. I stepped out of the elevator into the ginormous room where the tributes say their goodbyes to their families, where you realize that you are truly doomed to die a slow, bloody death. No sooner than I could sit down on the soft, velvet couch did Melka run in, sobbing.

"Oh my goodness Sasha! That was so brave, but what will I do without you?" Her words were barely legible under her thick, pained sobs.

"You know I had to do it. I could never have lived with myself if I had let you die." I tried to sound brave for her, but it was just too much. I broke down and wept with her. Yes, I would look weak, yes I'm now on the Careers' easy kill list, but I didn't care. I sat, sobbing with Melka until the Peacekeeper pulled her away from me.

"Sasha, you have to win!" we're the last words I'll probably ever hear from my only best friend.

Then, my mom, Victor, Fram, Dahlia, Tella and Mara came bursting in, with my brothers sobbing and my two older sisters trying to stay strong. They weren't doing very well, and soon we were all sobbing. I noticed the Peacekeeper in our room had a single, wet streak down the side of his face when Tella, my little 4 year old brother, climbed up on my lap and cried into my shirt. My mom was only able to croak out a few words in her sad state.

"I'm not going to lose you like I lost your father. You have to win!"

She said this in a small voice, often interrupted by horrible, choking noises, due to an aching heart. Seeing her like this was unbearable. I looked at her, and at that moment, gazing into her bright blue eyes, I realized I would have to win. I would have to beat the odds, to be the first living tribute from district 12. I had to prove that just because I was underfed, didn't mean that I was worthless. I would win this, for Melka, for my mom, for all my family and especially my father, who's own life was taken by the Capitol's cruel form of entertainment.

Chapter 3

hey guys! sorry i havent posted in a while; my internet was down :( here it is! also, i will soon need names for the tributes, president, stylists and gamemakers so pls give suggestions! i also love reviews, love getting feedback from readers, negative or positive. thanks for reading! enjoy!

I had barely gotten to say goodbye when the hands were on my shoulders, yanking me violently out of the soft couch and the comfort of my loving family. I was shoved by a peacekeeper towards the platform the tributes have to walk along to get on the train, which in the stores is called "The Plank". I walked slowly and carefully, concentrating on putting one foot before the other, trying to look confident, though my head was swimming and the world was twisting and turning. I felt like I was going to be sick. Was this just a dream, would I wake up tomorrow morning, in my cozy bed above my family's sharpening shop? We sharpened knives, lawn mower blades, and just about every other blade known to man. I liked knives the best; the peacekeeper in Town Square taught me to throw one with accuracy and wield one in close combat, which could come in use in the Games. Marvin was an actor in films before the Dark Days, when the districts rebelled against the Capitol, and lost, which led to the Hunger Games being created in revenge. He had played a role in a film that involved knife fighting, and had been trained. He was the kindest peacekeeper I'd met; I bet he would watch the Games on the big screens in the Town Square, cheering me on.

I finally reached the train after what seemed like an eternity but was really only about 2 minutes. I looked over at Hunter and saw that he had also been crying, his face was very red and his eyes were puffy. He looked so young, so innocent, it was hard to believe he was actually a year older than me. Delma was urgently pushing us into the train, saying we had to keep on schedule in her strange Capitol accent, her bright blue wig teetering to the side. I stepped into the train and was speechless for a moment, stopping to take in the beauty and size of everything in the train car. Hunter broke the silence.

"Wow! This...thus is breathtaking. I've never seen so much food in my life!"

"Well, we like to make a good first impression!" Delma replied proudly.

I was still in awe when we sat down to dinner. I hadn't said a word since we stepped on the train that was now going about 400 kilometres an hour, and I decided to start a conversation.

"So, um...how are, things?" I asked to no one in particular. Boy, what a way to spark conversation.

"Pretty rough," Hunter replied dully, and I couldn't help but start laughing. He started to laugh lightly too, and soon we were both laughing hysterically, much to Delma's confusion. She was just staring at us all weird. We stopped after about 5 minutes and continued our meal, and neither of us talked again.

After dinner, Delma showed us our bedrooms and told us to get changed into something comfortable, we were going to watch a replay of all the reapings in the other districts. I took off my heavy red dress and took my long blonde hair out of the fancy updo my mother put in, special for the reaping. I looked in the mirror and saw myself clearly for the first time in about 5 years, when our mirror was new and clean. I looked into the fancy, Capitol mirror and saw my large brown eyes, my small nose, my red lips in detail and noticed how much I really look like my father. I let my long, straight hair fall down, landing in the middle of my back. I left the bathroom and changed into a coral pink shirt and green shorts and made my way down to the lounging car and found I was the first to arrive. I looked at the clock, which read 6:48; the reapings were on television at 7. I had a while. I looked to one of the Avoxes and ordered a cup of tea. He rushed away and returned with a steaming cup of tea within a minute. I took a sip, and it tasted like heaven, much better than the pine needle tea that I was used to at my house. I drank it in seconds, and asked the Avox for another, who rushed off again. I heard footsteps down the hall and saw Hunter, wearing a white and blue striped shirt and red capri pants. He was looking very Capitol-esque right now! I liked it though; the stripes went well with his brown hair, and he looked amazing. He sat down next to me and as he sat, his hand brushed mine slightly and I felt a spark, like a current of warmth spreading through my veins. It only lasted a second though, and he sat down and was silent for a bit. The Avox returned with my tea, nut he brought two cups this time and I poured one for myself and one for Hunter. He took a sip.

"Oh my. This tea is delicious!" He said, and I giggled.

"I know! It's so much better than the pine tea that we get at home," I agreed, and Hunter nodded.

"You should wear your hair down more often. It's very long and pretty." He said, and I blushed, and my knees went weak for a second, and I was thankful that I was sitting down.

"Thank you. I don't often wear it down because when I was little, I got it stuck in one of the sharpeners, and had to get it cut very short to even it out!" I replied, and he laughed.

Delma walked in just as we were laughing, and she noticed the time; 6:59.

"Oh look! We're early!" She said happily, and turned on the television with a stick that had many buttons on it. She pressed a few different buttons, and different images popped up on the screen. She pressed one more button and I saw the Capitol seal and heard the anthem play. Time to meet my competition.

Chapter 4

hey guys! im at school right now and im allowed on computer. YAY! so here's the third chapter.

The last notes of the anthem played out and I saw the Town Square in district 1. It was very nice, at least for the districts, as districts 1, 2 and 4 are like the Capitol's pets. They have lots of money and a lot of the kids train for the Games for years and volunteer when they turn 18. In the other districts we call them the Careers, and they most often win. A broad shouldered girl with short black hair volunteered for a scrawny 14 year old, and a brutish looking boy with blonde hair and rippling muscles was practically bouncing as he made his way to the stage. They shook hands, and then the camera cut to the reaping in district 2. Two 16 year olds were picked, and the girl looked scared but the boy looked confident and determined. They cut to district 3, where two skinny twigs, one with glasses, were picked and no one volunteered. In district 4, again, two tributes that looked like siblings volunteered for two little rich kids that looked like sacks of bones. In district 5, two average size kids were picked, and the same for 6, 7, 8 and 9, but from 10 two twelve year olds got picked, and nobody clapped. In 11 two dark skinned short kids, I don't know what age, were picked. And then, me and Hunter. I looked so emotionless on that stage, I was proud of myself. The camera then cut to a live broadcast from the president of Panem, President Cornwall. He was very young and irresponsible, the son of the former president. He welcomed the ributes to the games and promised that this year would be the "best Games yet". The Capitol seal showed and the anthem played again, and Delma flicked off the television.

"Well, looks like it will be a tough Games this year! Since you two don't have a mentor, I'll be controlling your flow of gifts, and I'll try to keep them coming!" Delma said with a fake smile.

It must be tough for her, having to see the tributes through their time in the Capitol, and then watch them die. I felt a pang of sympathy for Delma then, which went away quickly, as she was often quite annoying. She sent us to our bedrooms for the night, promising that tomorrow would be the "biggest day of your life!". I walked through the hall with Hunter and when we reached my room, those beautiful, sparkling green eyes trained on me.

"Goodnight, Sasha. See you in the morning!" He said softly, and turned to walk down the hall.

I watched him go, wishing I could hold him close, and after he reached his room, I stepped into mine and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I drifted in and out of sleep, having dreams about the square back in district 12, about Marvin, about that burly, sturdy looking girl with the short black hair, about knives, my death, Hunter's death, Hunters life, and many other things. I woke up as the sun was just poking up above the horizon, and got out of bed groggily. I got up and had another shower. The water was warm and nice, unlike the showers at home. I stayed in there for about an hour, singing, washing my hair, and feeling happy. As soon as I stepped out of teh shower though, that feeling of peace vanished. I remembered where I was, and worse, where I was headed. I dried myself off and pulled my hair back into a braid, then decided to wear it down, remembering what Hunter said last night. I put on a gray and pink striped shirt and yellow shorts with a red belt and went down to breakfast. Hunter and Delma were already seated, Hunter still in his pajamas. He smiled when he looked at my hair, and I blushed.

An Avox came in and placed a feast before me: there were eggs, sausages, bacon strips, whole wheat toast with butter, waffles with syrup and strawberries. I plowed through the food, and once I was done I looked up, embarassed, to realize that Hunter had done the same thing. The Avix brought another round of food before us, and it was gone in a matter of seconds. Delma seemed displeased with our manners but I didn't care; I had never had so much food in my entire life, and I wasn't wasting a crumb. Hunter and I were starting to look a little bit green after our fourth round, and I pushed my plate away, too stuffed to eat another drop of whipped cream or seed on a strawberry. Hunter followed suit. Suddenly the train car became dark. I jumped in my seat.

"Oh my, we're almost there!" Delma said excitedly and I realized that I wasn't ready for this. My four rounds of breakfast were threatening to make a reappearance, and I felt sick. We were plunged into light after a while and I saw cameras flashing and tons of brightly coloured people gathered around the train tracks. The train slowly came to a stop, and I prepared myself for what was to come in the next few weeks; beauty, training, public appearances, intereviews and then most likely death. Here goes.