I've had this story idea for a long time and I just thought to put it on here. Hope you enjoy and there will be more soon.
Day one
"The games are on don't you want to come watch."
"No I'm a little tiered think I am going to take a nap."
"Suit yourself the first day is always the best."
My own parents god I can't believe them sometimes. Don't they realize that those kids have parents and families and friends and they are watching them get slaughtered for their own entertainment. It's the same terrible thing every year the careers usually form a group kill of the weak ones than kill each other leaving one poor soul to live the rest of his or her life with the regrets of why did I have to win stuck with them for the rest of their life. Only this year that girl Katniss is in there and her boyfriend Peeta. I feel so bad for them having to go through that twice in a row. When are people going to see the games for what they are. All they see is a break from school and work and endless feasts and parties.
Day two
The worst thing happened today my parents told me we were going on a vacation to last year's game stadium. I don't want to go to a place where children's death is celebrated. Well They said I have to go so I guess I should start packing maybe I can learn more about the real reason for the games and not the bull crap explanation they give us inn school