Hey Guys!

Sorry I haven't updated in like FOREVER.

By the way if you didn't get this, I'm doing it like the real book: written in first person.

The main character is Samantha Grace, and here are the other characters:

District 1:

Elysia "Elly" Monteque

Daron Greystone

District 2:

Kiera Gillen

Nolan Yates

District 3:

Lavender Strawsorrel

Colin Underwood

District 4:

Serena Fishel

Jasper Shulton

District 5:

Selena Yodis

Luca Donson

District 6:

Nevaeh Ember

Zane Storm

District 7:

Sugar Maple

James Tyler

District 8:

Nashota Winkle

Thomas Smith

District 9:

Artessa "Tess" Harlow

Mark Vires

District 10:

Kentahla "Kenta" Romaine

Nathan Randiff

District 11:

Sharice Johnson

Cropen "Stelter" Frose

District 12:

Samantha "Sam" Grace

Dylan Hunter

This is the FIRST hunger games, so the war refers to the FIRST war.

I know that the mentor, not the escort, gets you sponsors and stuff, but come on… no one has won yet!

Let the 1st Hunger Games Begin!

"Sammy! News about the war is on! Get in here!"

"Be right there!"

I put down what I am doing and run into the living room. Being the Mayor's daughter means that we get special luxuries, like getting a large television. Most families in District 12 have to crowd around a tiny television to watch the latest news on the war, but not us; we are lucky.

President Evans is on the screen in front of a bomb site. The area is seriously destroyed and no one is in sight other than the President. It is a frightening scene, but nothing is worse than what he is saying.

"This is District 13. Everyone that lived here is dead and gone."

I hear my mother gasp. We had friends in District 13. I had been friends with the Mayor's youngest daughter, Elizabeth, since we could toddle.

"We did not want to resort to such drastic measures, but given the circumstances, but we had to do what we did. The war is officially over!"

A crowd at the capital shows on screen. They are cheering and holding up signs. The President is back on the screen, standing in front of the crowd.

"I will be right back with a new law right after we show this video."

The President flashes off of the screen and a video about the damage on each district begins to play. My mother is crying silently and staring blankly at the television. My father is comforting her sadly, because now we all know the truth. We lost. The war is over.

I feel anger welling up inside me so I walk over to the piano and start playing. I have been playing piano and flute since I was two, so I can play a fair amount of music. I play Elizabeth's favorite song, mourning her and her family's death. The song is peppy and exciting, and it contrasts the mood of the room. I can't stand death, and music is the way I can calm down after a death.

The president comes back on so I stop playing and go sit next to my five year old brother, who is completely oblivious to what just happened. He is playing with model trains.

President Evans is holding up a piece of paper and he starts to read it off.

"To show the districts that they are no match to my power, I have created a game. I know what you are thinking, but this is no children's game. This will be a game that tests sanity, skills, strength, and above all, courage. Here are the rules of my game. Each of the thir- twelve districts will send one boy and one girl, between the ages of 12 and 18 to participate in the Hunger Games. All of the children will be placed into an arena, a game board of sorts, and will stay there until the game is complete. These children will be fighting to the death… on live TV." I am gaping by the time he says this and my mother looks faint.

"No-" My father chokes out. He never cries, yet I see tears streaming down his face. I know why he is crying. I am fourteen. I am eligible to be in the Hunger Games.

The president is smirking, and the capital people look completely unaffected. District one and two have probably been warned before hand also. They are the capital's lapdogs. He resumes talking.

"The reapings will be held tomorrow at 10:00 AM. If you are not in the city square by then, you will be killed. Good night." The screen goes black.

At the Reaping

This is chaos! Everyone is running around the city square trying to find friends and family and the is a stage in the middle with two people on it: a woman and a man. The woman is franticly trying to calm everybody down and the man has his nose in a book, so I can't tell who he is. I am standing in the very center of the mess and my only priority is staying standing up. I will surely be trampled if I fall.

"SILENCE!" Everybody stops and stares wide-eyes at the man on stage. It is President Evans.

"Thank you. Now I would like children between the ages of 12 and 18 in the center and everybody else on the outside. You have 20 seconds. Go." We all scramble to the designated areas and I see how the children's area is set up. There are fourteen different roped off squares that are labeled according to age and gender. I search for my section and then step into the other huddled 14 year old girls. I find my friend Sarah and we stand together in the middle of the clump of anxious girls. Then the woman steps to the microphone. Welcome to the first ever Hunger Games!" she said it like she wanted cheering and rooting, but she got silence.

" I am the District 12 escort. My name is Paula Pinkkey. The escort is the person who helps you along your journey through the Hunger Games. I will get you sponsors, send you gifts, and for the moment, I will choose the names! May the odds be ever in your favor!" Great. They put a capital person in charge of our survival.

"Ladies first!" She walks over to the ball labeled girls and reaches in. She digs around for a moment and grabs one slip of paper. Then she walks back over to the podium and starts reading of the name.

'Please not me! Please not me!' I think this to myself over and over.

"The girl tribute is… Samantha Grace! Where is Samantha?"

The crowd gasps. Everybody knows me as the Mayor's daughter. I am shocked and can't move. It can't be me! She must have called someone else's name.

Then Sarah pushes me toward the stage.

"Don't cry," she whispers to me.

A gap has formed in the cluster of girls and I slowly walk to the stage with my head down.

I stand on the stage in my golden dress with red sparkles. I have beautiful golden shoes on. I look like the sun, but i sure don't feel like it.

Paula shakes my hand and whispers in my ear.

"Be strong."

She then walks over to the boys container and pulls out a slip of paper.

"Alex Hunter!" she calls out the name and a scared 12 year old jerks his head up with scared eyes.

"No!" I hear a desperate scream from somewhere in the 15 year olds.

"Please he is only 12!"

"Well you can volunteer to go in for him but I-"

"I volunteer!" the 15 year old runs up to the stage and I look back at Alex. He is relived for himself and scared for his brother.

"What is your name young man?" Paula asks politely.

"My name is Dylan Hunter." Dylan is pretty handsome, but he is also very strong (at least that's what his muscles tell me). Now that i know his name, I reconize him from my school. He is in the grade ahead of me.

"What a show!" Paula twitters excitedly.

The crowd just stands there. Some crying, and some in shock. Someone fainted. It was my mom. I wonder if I will be allowed to say goodbye to them. Who knows? I am going to the Hunger Games.

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