It was only dawn when I woke up to the sound of a scream. It was just my brother with his stupid nightmares. He ran into my father's room in a swift motion, leaving nothing but a trail of dirt coming from his dirty, overused slippers. Today was a special day, to say the least. It was the day of the reaping, the day when two tributes ( one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve through eighteen ) are chosen to participate in the Hunger Games.

My father set out to hunt for the day, we lived in District Twelve, where it was illegal and punishable to death to get caught hunting in the woods surrounding the district. In fact, most of the citizens in the district starved to death, excluding the rich who practically bought every piece of meat or every single berry they could find in the market.

I walked outside, leaving Larisse by himself, knowing that the games this year was going to be special. It was the fifth quarter quell, marking the one hundred twenty fifth Hunger Games and this year, it was to remind rebels that the capitol will always stay at the top of the country's hierarchy and for this year's quell, there were going to be only one tribute from Districts 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, and 11 which, in my opinion, was not worth it for the rest of us. I mean, seriously? At least those districts don't have to worry about killing their friend. No matter how much it entertained the capitol, it was certainly not amusing to the rest of us.

I walked around the almost empty district alone, saying hi to the children who played and to the women who were busy doing housework. They knew me since I was the butcher's only daughter and the only female in a family of three. I pause and look back at the previous Games that I had been able to watch as a kid. No victor from District 12 in any one of those. The last winner from this starving district was this boy named Salem who won at the age of 14 in the 86th Hunger Games and now, he was thirty nine years old with handsome features yet a rigid demeanor.

Once I came back home, after an hour of walking pointlessly, I see my father with Larisse, preparing themselves for the reaping. It was always a tradition for us to get all fancy for the reaping, even if it did mean saying goodbye to the tributes that you might have known. My dad nodded towards my room, where he had set one of my mother's old dresses. Now that I was thirteen, I was big enough to fit in her gowns. My mother was a petite woman, which was probably where I got my build and she died when I was six, two moths after Larisse was born.

Her dress was beautiful, it was a pale pink, decorative with swirls and floral patterns that must've been a pain to weave in. It went just above my knees and was fluffed out. I slowly put it on, along with the matching gloves and shoes. Almost as if I was going to a princess party instead of a reaping. Now, all I had to do was fix my hair, which I was used to since I am the only girl in the family. My auburn locks were curled a quarter way towards the bottom, my hair went all the way down towards my waist, knowing that my dad never bothered to cut it.

Once we've arrived, the escort, Arielle Finkler, walks to the stage, dressed in an elegant blue ballroom dress that trailed behind her, almost like a wedding dress. She pulled out a large ruby box, signifying it to be the girls' box. Many gulps could be heard throughout the people. Arielle's hand went inside, shuffling the names around before picking a slip of jewel-encrusted paper out, encasing the full name of a girl between the ages of twelve through eighteen, the same girl who was going to go to the Hunger Games. And that girl was… Me.

Sighs of relief and gasps of disbelief were heard, my dad refused to let go of his baby girl and Larisse was just staring in shock of the sudden news. I walked up slowly, closing my eyes and hoping that this was just a dream. Nothing but some crappy nightmare that was going to haunt me for the rest of my life. I knew though that it wasn't, that I was going to be fighting for my life, for the entertainment of the capitol. Nothing more than a pawn in a chess game. With President Sun the king.

- END OF CHAPTER ONE

Alright guys! End of the first chapter for me ;) Hope it's alright since it's yet ANOTHER of the popular submit-your own character thing and the girl from District Twelve is, yes, Rayne Odair. Though there was no dialogue in this chapter, there will be quite a lot throughout this fic. Now, ONTO THE TEMPLATE.

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