Walking Through Fire
Summary- The 84th Annual Hunger Games are here & Skylar Green fears the Reaping in general, but what happens when he becomes a tribute?
Chapter 1-
I awake to the sound of the train horn, meaning all children between the ages of 12-18 must be in our Town Square in 10 minutes for the annual 'Reaping' sending two of our own to the Capitol to die in the Hunger Games. I quickly wash my face and brush my black hair as it shines in the bathroom light, then I slap on a pair of blue jeans and a yellow shirt along with a pair of black tennis shoes. "Interesting choice of clothes..." My mother says as I walk down the steps. "Thank you." I say sarcastically. She scolds me. Both my parents are pathetic pieces of shit who should be tortured in the deepest depths of hell. My father has hated me since I was 11 years old because I didn't change the oil in our car so he could drive down to the Pier and catch seafood for our District. He always yells and hits me over stupid stuff, and my mother just sits there.. Which is why she is pathetic.
Chapter 2-
"WELCOME DISTRICT FOUR TO THE 84th ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES REAPING!" Says Nivea, our districts name-caller. As I look around in the line of 13 year old males, I spot my good friend Emma, who is in the line of 13 year old females. I smile at her, she mouths "I'm scared.." I just foolishly smile again... Then hear someone say "Hey". I look behind me and it's my best friend, Zane in the line of f14 year old males. I smile and say "Hi." Then turn back around. It seems like I've been distracted for a while because by the time I look up the video is over and I heard Nivea say "ASHLEY WEST!" I look around to see teen girl with beautiful silky brown hair walk up and stand on the right side of the stage. "Hello ma'am." Nivea says. "Hello.." "How old are you?!" He asked full of enthusiasm. "14". After that everything fell silent. "Okay! I can't stand this silence, time to pick our male representative!" He shrieks. This was it. The choice determining whether I live or die. I have pretty high standards considering the fact that this 17 year old boy named Trevor, buys food ALL the time, entering his name in once more. Nivea takes a deep breath and reaches into the glass bowl with all the male names. I hold my breath as Nivea opens his mouth.
"SKYLAR GREEN!"