I'm back!

I know I said I would do my Naruto OC story first but I'm obsessed with Hunger Games so I had to get this out of the way.

Enjoy!

First person point of view

I look over at my emaciated brother. He gives me a grim look and we look back up at the stage where this Capitol woman with aqua hair and bright yellow skin walks up on stage. She looks to have coal dust on her skin because patches of her skin are darker than the others. She seems disgusted with our district as she walks carefully over the rotten wood of the old stage in the Seam. I laugh inwardly as she looks out to the crowd.

Oh how I despise her.

"Happy 49th Hunger Games! Ladies first!" She shouts as she plunges her hand into the gigantic bowl filled with names of people in district 12. My name will be in the bowl 24 times. My brother's name will be in 36 times. I feel glad that he's 18 because after this he won't have to be in the reaping. District 12 has never had a victor before and if anyone gets reaped, their outlook does not look good.

My eyes focus on her hand, moving around as if she had one specific name she had to pick. Finally, she picks one and reads it out loud.

"Camellia Akantha."

I blink and look around, looking for the name that was called. I hear murmurs throughout the crowd and I look at my brother who is about 10 feet away in the thick crowd. He's breathing hard and his eyes are wide with panic. Then I realize something.

It's me.

I walk slowly up and sit in the chair, ignoring the Capitol woman's outstretched hand. I sit, denial turning into raw fury. My parents were killed in a mine cave-in only 2 months ago and I have to be the tribute for District 12?

I look over the crowd to my brother and find him exactly the same. We've had to adjust to our new lifestyle and now he's losing me. He works for the baker, whose son had gone to the mines on a field trip and had been caught in the cave-in along with 3 other children from his class and though it's been hard, we've all been pulling through.

Until now.

I hate the Hunger Games. I hate the Reaping. I hate the killing. I hate the dying.

I hate everything.

I stay stone-faced as the Capitol woman recovers and calls out the boy name.

"Sage Alpina." She calls out, slightly fazed from my "rudeness."

The boy comes up with no expression while his family is comforting each other. They all seem to care about him. I sneak another glance at my brother and find he is not there. The full meaning of me being reaped must have finally hit him.

I'm not coming back.

I don't feel bad for the boy though. I've heard of him. He's good at everything he does, including sparring and weapons. He wins every single competition in school for wrestling and sparring. And he's been training for the mines, which means that he's strong and he had good upper body muscles and endurance. Because of this, he's extremely cocky.

Just my luck. At least he has a chance of coming back.

"May the odds by ever in your favor!" She shouts and practically runs off to the train.

It's a little late for that.

The peacekeepers walk us to the Justice building. I look over at Sage and he shoots me a somewhat playful smile and raises an eyebrow briefly.

He disgusts me.

Then we get herded into separate rooms. I sit and wait in the unusually plush seats. I wait and wait. Finally, my brother decides to show up. He's looking unusually pale and his fists are clenched.

"You can't lose. I can't deal with everything by myself. I need someone to help me. I can't lose you. Not after mom and dad. I just ca-" He rambles until it looks like that grief overtook him and he can't speak. He's always been unusually sensitive and dependant for a boy. There's a reason he's a soft baker and not a stone cold miner.

I look at him and hug him, holding back tears. He has to bend down because I'm unusually short for a 14 year old but not by much. I'm 5 feet tall.

"I'll try. Really hard, okay Kaiya?"

"Okay…" He whispers.

I wonder how gruesome my death will be.

"Here," He says as he puts something in my hand. I look at it and see my mom's jade bracelet. The round beads of it look shiny in my palm as I look at our family heirloom. I vaguely think how much his eyes look the same shade.

"You kept this? Take it back, if you sell it you'll have enough money to keep yourself going for a while." I say, shoving it towards him.

He takes my hand and slips the bracelet onto my small wrist.

"We won't need to money after you win." He says.

Oh dear. He's still in denial.

I don't get a chance to snap him back to reality because then he's escorted out. But not before I give him a last hug, soaking in his warmth, tears brimming my gold eyes and his hand on my dark Seam hair. The peacekeepers have to literally tear him away, his dark brown hair messed up and his eyes wide with panic.

I really hope my death isn't gruesome.

I walk out to the train with Sage and the freakish Capitol woman, whose name is Glitter.

How pitiful.

I look back at District 12 one more time as flashes fill the air, Capitol reporters taking pictures and shooting live, all trying to get the most flattering angle of me.

I hope they all burn.

Painfully.

I finally escape the flashes and the excitement. Sage seems to have no problem with any of this and that irks me.

"So you got picked huh? What's your name sweetheart?" He says with a smirk as I feel his gaze sweep over me.

"Camellia. Shouldn't you have been paying attention?" I say with almost a snort.

"A pretty name for a pretty face. It's such a waste." He says with mock sadness. "But I'm sure you'll put up a fight. I, on the other hand, will be coming back home." He says, practically skipping away playfully to his room.

That's it.

It's official.

I'm going to win. No matter what.