A/N: So this is the first story of a long line of stories. I decided Mags first, 'cuz you only get to see her as an old woman. The story going to take place during the games but sometimes Mags will remember parts of her old life and stuff like her interview and stuff. Plus if you like this chapter, tell me so! Review and favorite, plus if you go to The Hunger Games Fanon Wiki you can check out the page I made for this game. Also I'll be going to greece for the next two weeks, so I won't be able to update, so savor this chapter! See ya!

-AWSM

The 9th Hunger Game

Chapter 1: The Reaping

Mags POV

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As the numbers ticked down my life, of all the things I could remember; Growing up, laughing with my sisters, curled up against my mother as they played my big sister's Hunger Game on television, greeting her as she came bruised and battered, trying to live a normal afterwards, fishing by the docks

I swayed with the wind as I stood in the clearing in front of the District 4 Justice Building. The announcer, Herbert Glasse, shouted out the words I've registered as an abituary for two unlucky individuals every year. "Welcome and Happy Hunger Games! Now, how about boys first?"

The crowd was silent but he still acted like someone had spoken. "Very well, then." His hand fluttered over the boy's bowl and picked out a piece of paper. "How about... Fernando Ygheano!"

The crowd backed up leaving one boy standing. He had black, pulled pack hair, and blue eyes. He was tall and couldn't have been older than 15 years old.

The boy walked up onto the stage, shaking, then stood up next to Herbert. Herbert turned and said. "Now the ladies."

His hand hovered for at least a whole minute before he his hand went in and pulled out a peice of paper. He read it out loud. "Mags Myeaner!"

No! No! No! I looked up at Herbert as Bettine and Gagnea ran up to my side. Both were crying and Bettine whispered. "I can volunteer for you."

I looked up at Herbert again and that's when I saw it. The piece of paper he had in his hand was cut in a corner, and it wasn't like it was ripped off by accident, it was cut. The reaping's been rigged! I bit my lip and whispered back. "No."

Then my mind faded back to the present. I looked at Fernando, but he wasn't looking.

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