Hello All! Anyway, just some things to get out of the way...
I am not Suzanne Collins
This is rated T because of Hunger Games violence, also someone sleeps around, so if that offends you, don't read this.
Sorry in advance for my excessive use of commas :/
Jade POV:
"Jade Say-fra" I hear our petite escort squeak out.
"It's Saffra. Sah-fruh!" I mutter loudly. There is a silence. Then it hits me. That's me! I've been reaped. Breaking my face into a capitol-worthy grin, I saunter up to the podium and hop up the steps. Bumping Kitta, our diamond-encrusted escort to the side with my hip, I grab the microphone with both hands and purr seductively, "Hellllllo, District 1. And HELLO CAPITOL!" The crowd cheers. "My name is Jade Saffra, and I, ladies and willies, am going to be the next Victor of the HUNGER GAMES!"
I'm grinning into the cameras, as the capitol will surely be eating this up. They love when tributes put on a good show and seem thrilled to be in the so-called "games". Well, they bit off a bit more than they can chew with me. Oh, I'll win, of course, but this will surely be a game no one will ever forget.
After the applause has died down, a slightly disgruntled Kitta shifts me to the side and reaches for the microphone again. I push her over again and grab the microphone.
"Now, you beautiful muffins, it's time to reap the boys! Let's see who I'm going to end up shagging in the middle of the games!" At this, the crowd goes wild, especially the boys section. With a loud a-hem!, Kitta grabs the microphone again and finnaly speaks.
"Yes, as dear Miss Say-fra just told us, it's time to pick the brave male tribute for the honor of representing District 1 in the 37th Annual Hunger Games!" I cut across, "And the honor to get me in bed," winking at the 18 year old boys.
Kitta reaches her sparkly green gloved hand into the bowl and searches around for about a minute, while I mime reaching into her butt for the crowd.
"Temple Lane!" she cries out shrilly as a blonde boy I recognize yells out "YES!" from the 18 year old section. I know this boy. He was in the class next to mine for a couple of years. Before he can make it up to the stage, another voice shouts, "I volunteer!" Looking around at the crowd, I'm surprised to see a boy from the 16 year old section running forwards. Temple is shooting daggers with his eyes, but the new boy doesn't care. Running up to the stage, he flips his blonde hair and proudly proclaims, "My name is Luxor Lane, I'm from District 1 and I will be your victor this year, though it will be a pity killing off this one," he smiles, pointing at me. I pretend to be shocked, and then mime fighting him. The crowd loves this, but we aren't given enough time to "finish each other off" before we are ushered into the Justice Building and out of sight.
Amber POV:
OH GOD. OhGodOhGodOhGod. This cannot be happening. Not here, not now. I blink furiously to keep the tears away and make my way up to the stage of the Justice Building. The other 17 year old girls silently move over to make a pathway for me. I seem to be moving in slow motion, seeing different expressions on their eyes. For some, there's raw curiosity, for most, there's sympathy, but for all, there's relief. They are free for another year, free from the death that surely awaits me. Because I'm going into the arena with 24 other tributes. Only one comes out alive. Only one. And it won't be me. Well, it all depends on the odds…
I've already got 12 chapters written and the game hasn't even started yet, so I'm guessing there'll be about 40-ish chapters. I'm going to publish a chapter every other day.
Thanks for reading, and it would make m ever so happy if you would review:)
