A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction, so enjoy! It's about the first Hunger Games, and what it is like when the main character knows all of the other tributes.

Prologue:

I'm sitting quietly, trying to do my work over the sound of all my classmates being their usual annoying selves. I can tell my teacher, Mrs. Parker, is getting frustrated by the level of noise, and is just about to comment when the room goes dark. There is suddenly an announcement over the speakers, saying, "Boys and girls! Don't be alarmed!" And I can tell that it's not the voice of our administrative leader, it's the voice of Penny Trowler, the overly peppy spokeswomen for district 2, where I live. I listen close, not wanting to miss a word she's saying.

"We have exciting news from the Capitol!" She announces, in that silly Capitol accent.

"We have won the war! The last of the rebel troops have been captured, and all is well!"

My teacher sits up at this, when suddenly the speakers go dead, and the lights flicker slowly back on to reveal 24 peacekeepers are all standing at rapt attention. One comes up to the front and stands before everyone, glaring us down, like we're the rebels. Please. The oldest one here is 14, the rest either the same or 13. The only one in here that could actually do any damage to the peacekeepers is Mitchell Howell. He is the largest boy in here, probably at least 150 pounds of pure muscle. The peacekeeper at the front begins to speak.

"We mean none of you any harm," He states in a familiar accent. He sounds like he's from around here. Probably was, when he was younger, almost all of the Capitols peacekeepers come from district 2. He begins to speak again, and I listen, not wanting to miss a single word he says.

"Now, they have thought of a new punishment for the districts, for them to ever remember the power of the Capitol. They are calling it, 'The Hunger Games," I don't like the sound of that.

"They are having 1 male and 1 female from each of the districts, who will be called tributes, to come and compete in the annual Hunger Games. It will be a fight to the death in an outdoor arena over the course of several weeks. The last tribute standing wins!" Now I'm really not liking this. But the words he says next stop my heart and my thoughts.

"Now, we need to mix up the people in the districts, so the games are not fought with complete strangers!"

Its pandemonium. Everyone stands up at once and tries to run, but that's obviously what the presence of the peacekeepers is for. There is one for each of us, and when we try to flee, we are all grabbed and held in place. I can just feel the needle sink into my arm and then I'm fading into blackness.