The 100th Annual Hunger Games Fanfiction

by FireObsessedCinna

This is the story of Travis Glatia, a 15 year old boy from District 4. He also has a 18 year old brother Colton. The rules of the Quarter Quell were 6 tributes from each district, 3 boys and 3 girls, with 72 tributes in all. When the Reaping comes along, BOTH Colton and Travis are reaped in to the games. Find out what happens! NOTE: IMAGINE KATNISS AND PEETA'S STORY DID NOT HAPPEN

100th Annual Hunger Games Fanfiction

The Story of Travis Glatia (Imagine as if Katniss and Peeta's games did not happen)

Chapter 1

I button up my white shirt with nervous sweaty fingers. My brother, Colton, comes in the room and adjusts my collar.

"Travis, you're gonna be okay" He says calmly, "You're only 15, your name is in there 4 times. I'm 18. My name is in that bucket 7 times. Just relax" I breathe and nod, and Colton walks downstairs. On the inside however, I still shake with fear. The announcement of the Quarter Quell rules has shocked us all. This year, for the 100th annual Hunger Games, there will be 3 boy tributes and 3 girl tributes from each district, making 72 tributes in all. Triple chances of getting picked to play in these sick games. Triple chances of getting picked to die.

I live in District 4. Like most other people here, I know how to swim really well. Colton and I live with our grandfather, who won the 41st Games many years ago. He was 13 when we was crowned. We live in his house in the Victor's Village. Last year, he stopped mentoring the tributes from District 4 in the Games. There are 6 others alive who are young and healthy, so he decided to stop. My grandfather never talks about my parents, even though I want to know more about them.

My mother and father died when I was 1 and Colton was 4. I don't remember it at all. They died in a shark attack on their boat while out fishing on one of the oceans here. My grandfather took it hard. My grandmother took care of us mostly, until she passed away when I was 11. Now, my grandfather takes care of us. But most of the time, Colton and I take care of each other.

"Travis, time to go!" I hear my grandfather say from the kitchen downstairs, drawing me out of my thoughts. I take a deep breath in, and tell myself that I will be ok. I walk downstairs. On Reaping Day, the boys of District 4 wear a simple buttoned white shirt with black dress pants. The girls wear basic white dresses.

"Ok, let's go." I say shakily, and my grandfather reassuringly pats me on the back. Colton follows me as we walk out of the house. The Reaping is held in a big public square in front of the Mayor's office. Normally, there are shops and markets with people walking about them, talking and buying. The shops mainly sell shellfish. Every Monday, I go down to the shops and buy fish and oysters for the week. However, on Reaping Day, the Capitol depressifies it. There are chairs for the children 11 and under and adults 19 and older to sit behind us. We sit in formal chairs in the front. Peacekeepers are everywhere during the Reaping.

Colton and I get in line behind the other boys. When we get to the front of the line, the Peacekeepers prick our fingers and order us to a spot. I sit down with the other guys from my grade in school. I would normally talk to them, but on a day like this, we're all nervous.

Once we are all in our seats, our Reaper comes on stage. His name is Alam Ritchit. He is a middle aged Capitol citizen. He has gold hair with a matching gold suit. Alam plays us the video, like every year, about war and the rebellion many years ago, but I tune it out.

"I just love that video!" Alam says, smiling. The disgust that is the Capitol lingers off of him, "Boys first!" He walks over to the right side of the stage. He plucks three small pieces of people out of a big bowl. He walks back to center stage. I hold my breath as Alam slowly unfolds the first piece of paper.