"And for the 150th Hunger Games" the president says flourishing a yellowed card from the box that is before him. "or the 6th Quarter Quell as a reminder to the rebels that resourcefulness is what their downfall was there will be a change for this year inside of the arena there will be no cornucopia"
I sigh as I push the button on the remote control in my hand and the television turns black, I stretch and jump off of my bed landing on the plush carpet of my room. Perhaps I should explain I'm from District 1 and that is why I am getting all of this new improved and convienant items of luxury. Despite what people may think I am not a career and plan never to enter the arena. I am roughly 5'11 with dirty blonde hair and am quite muscled but not from training with swords and maces but from working the D M M or diamond making machine. I do have one concern at this moment though I have caught a severe case of pnumonia and feel terrible.
I slowly make my way to my closet thinking about the Quarter Quell anouncement 6 months ago. I dress in my favorite suit it's black but when it catches the light in just the right way it has a picture of my family in red on it. Perhaps I should explain my parents ran away from District 1 about four years ago and I'm still stinging from it. I got a letter in the mail three years ago from them saying that they escaped and have made it to the capitol and are living in peace reassuring me that they still love me and my little sister Amber.
As I finish getting dressed and walk downstairs to the kitchen and see Amber already eating a breakfast of bacon and toast. I start to sit down to join her when I look at my watch. Oh no we're already five minutes late and it takes five minutes to get to the square from my house I grab Amber's hand shouting at her to forget her breakfast and sprint out the front door not even bothering to shut and lock it, if we miss the reaping I will be sent to jail for a month and Amber will be sent to the local orphanage it's that thought that keeps me speeding toward the square.
We arive just in time for me to find the 12 year old section and put Amber next to her friend Rachele. As I slowly make my way to the section marked out for 17 year olds I hear the freakish capitol person say "For the female tribute of District 1 the lucky little girls name is Amber Tanzanite." I freeze as I hear crying that instinctively I know is from Amber a girl in the 16 section pipes up "I volunteer" I breathe a sigh of relief as I watch the girl walking up the stage when I notice who it was Shine Rivers the beautiful career that everyone expected to win these games.
Just as I'm about to sit down in the 17 year old section the freakish capitol person says "And the male tribute will be Spinel Tanzanite" Oh no that's me this can't be happening first my parents run off and leave me and now I'm thrown in an arena with 23 killers this can't be happening what about Amber who'll take care of her she's not strong enough to work the heavy machinery that we use in District 1. All of this flashes through my mind as I'm walking the few short steps to the stage and my death. I don't even pay attention to the capitol person as he or she I can't tell, it is asking for volunteers of course there won't be any everyone thinks that I'm a career and they won't risk it. As the capitol person finishes it's speech about how District 1 has such a good pair of tributes this year that we will definately come home with a win this time and all too soon a peacekeeper in a clean white uniform is leading me off of the stage, but not before I hear Shine whiper "Allies?" and I reply "I'm not a career." "I know" then I'm lead into a green tent away from my friends and Amber and seperated from the girl that may be my last chance of survival.
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