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Chapter 1
I wake up, and realize what day it is. It's reaping day, and it's my last year, and my trainer will be furious with me, because I'm supposed to volunteer, and I told him "No I won't be volunteering." He was infuriated, I'm pretty sure he wanted to rip my guts out. I told him I trained in case I ever got chosen for the games, and hopefully it won't happen this year.
It turns out I'm the strongest, most fastest person in my district, so if I am reaped, I will win. I go downstairs, and my parents don't know I'm not volunteering, so I tell them. My mother is relieved, while my father looks like he could blow up this entire district. He's yelling at me, and the only thing I hear him say is "You could've brought fortune and pride to this family!" He slappes me across the face.
I counter and say "All you care about is freaking fame and fortune, not about your own sons health! I'm sick of it, and if I get reaped, and I win the Hunger Games, you will be living on the streets while me, mother, Alicia and Megan come with us in victors village!" That shuts him up.
I head up to my room, and get into my reaping clothes. It's a simple, plain tux, with a purple bow tie. As I get there, I get my finger pricked, and thumb printed. I head into the area with the 18 year olds. There are many of us 18 year olds this year. I bet we are all praying we don't get picked.
Our jumpy escort heads up to the stage, and starts babbling on about how we owe the capitol, and that's why 23 kids die each year, and crap like that. I hate this, I hate the Hunger Games, both of my brothers, and two of my sisters all got reaped during the 50th Hunger Games, where double the amount of tributes were chosen, and guess what, they all DIED!
The escort who's name turns out to be Damondle Mehnea, screams into the microphone "Hello, and welcome to the 51st Hunger Games" Ya, welcome us to death why don't you, I think to myself. "As usual, ladies first!" He skips towards the reaping ball, and yells into the microphone "Olivia Kurtz, please come up here!" Her face, she's crying her eyes out, then a girl named Bri Tracey volunteers.
I know her, we were once great friends, until… I don't want to get into it…
He gallops over to the boys reaping ball, and all I'm thinking is Don't let it be me, please don't let it be me!
"Leon Mehaho" He booms into the microphone
It's me, im going to be competing in the 51st Hunger Games…
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