Hello people who read my stories! I know that this isn't PPJ but the idea for this story has been on my mind for years and I am finally writing it. Ladies and Gentlemen: The Olympian Hunger Games! This is PJO characters in AU where they are not demigods. This is the 12th annual hunger games

District 1- Thalia POV

Today was the day. After training since I was 10, I will volunteer for the games. Eight years of training will show my stupid mother. I walked up to where the 18 year old girls are kept for the reaping, and as usual, they droned on and on.

"Today is a very special reminder of how for every man the capital lost in the rebellion, two died on the other side. Today we reap one boy and one girl." She finished.

"Let's start with ladies first." The woman pulled a name out of the bowl, "Piper Mc-"

"I volunteer as tribute!" I yell into the crowd.

Everyone is shocked; no one has ever volunteered that quickly before. I made my way up to the stage. I wait for the boy to be called.

"Jason Grace!"

Fuck! My little brother is reaped; he has only had five years of training! I hoped that someone would come and volunteer for him, but no dice. He sits down next to me.

"Hey sis, we get to do the games together huh?"

I grit my teeth, "Yes Jason, just don't fuck it up."

I growled that as we were escorted to the train. No goodbyes for Careers. They don't allow emotion. The second we get on board I turn on TV and watch the other reapings, District 2 is up.

District 2- Clarisse POV

So two siblings got reaped to be my partners huh? That will kind of make it harder. I volunteered right after a girl's name was called.

"Chris Rodriguez!" The escort calls.

No! Chris can't be in the games!

"I volunteer as tribute." A guy named Mark calls out.

I grin, Chris is safe. We get on the train and I go to bed, I'll need my strength for later.

District 3- Annabeth POV

I hate the reaping day, even more so that I'm a 3. Being a district right next to the three career districts is tough, they expect you to do well, and then you're a bloodbath tribute, it sucks. I wear a black dress, like it's a funeral. It kind of is if you think about it, since the odds for either of our tribute's to win is 2/24.

"Annabeth Chase!"

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. This can't be happening. I drag myself to the chair and try not to cry. I look into the crowd. My two brothers are cheering, though for me or against me, I'll never know. My mother has her lips pursed, and my father is silently crying.

"Malcolm Howard." The escort calls out.

I go to the train without saying goodbye. I can't it will be too hard. I go and lay in my bed. I have to win this.

District 4- Percy POV

"Today's the day!" I think as I jump out of bed.

After so many years of training, I am ready to volunteer for the games! I wear a jumpsuit and strut out the door, standing next to the eighteen year old boys.

'Percy Jackson." The escort calls out. I walk up the stage and give anyone who even looks like they want to volunteer a death glare. No one does. I sit in my seat, ready to go.

"Calypso Smith."

We leave immediately. I only got to blow a kiss to my mother. She would be devastated without me, so I am going to win this for her.

District 5- Will POV

I drag myself out of bed. Today is the reaping. It is my 5th time to go here. I just hope my name isn't called, not like anyone would care.

I am an orphan, my parents died two years ago. I almost volunteered to kill myself at that reaping, but I stopped myself. This time I don't care.

"Will Solace." The escort tells the crowd.

Good. I don't have to volunteer. This way they're sending me to die instead of me committing suicide. But I don't plan to die. I need an alliance.

"Kylee Wright." We're finished with the names.

Kylee is a 12 year old girl. My heart pangs with guilt, but I didn't do anything. I don't have anyone to save goodbye to, but Kylee takes about 20 minutes. When she gets on the train she cries into my shoulder. I let her do it.

District 6- Drew POV

I get out of bed with a fake smile plastered on my face. It stays that way until I am with the other 17 year old girls. If I get reaped, one of my friends will surely volunteer to save me. They would be committing suicide, but it would be for the greatest cause on earth, saving me.

"Drew Tankaka." I slowly walk up the steps, waiting for someone to volunteer. No one does.

Those bitches! They didn't volunteer for me. Tears roll down my face as resident nice guy Mitchell Calvin is picked. He tries to comfort me, but I tell him the fuck off. I don't need him. I am Drew Tankaka, and I am a goddess.

District 7- Lacy POV

I hate reaping day. I wake up next to my boyfriend Bobby, who is 15 just like me as he gets ready. I get ready as well, and we stand apart, him with the 15 year old boys, me with the 15 year old girls. I hear my worst fear.

"Lacy Koski"

I almost faint. I don't even feel my feet going up the steps. I cry as I sit in the chair and wait for the boy to be called.

"Bobby Calas."

NO! NOT BOBBY! I want to scream and run away. Anyone but Bobby. I don't even say goodbye as we're loaded up on the train. I cry my eyes out on to Bobby while he just sits there.

District 8- Ella POV

I wake up fully clothed with a book on my lap. I remember that's how I went to bed. I get up and go to the 16 year old girls section of the reaping. My heart is pumping out of my chest as the escort does the same speech before finally getting to who gets to die.

"Ella Bernard."

I was surprised my heart didn't explode from my anxiety attack. They had to give me a shot. I still saw everything, but I couldn't feel it. They called out a name, Tyson Howie; his eyes are big and soft. While we're on the train he comforts me. I feel sadness.

District 9- Jake POV

"Today's the day." I mumble to myself as I get dressed.

I wear a white T-shirt and Jeans. I am 16 years old. I walk to my section and wait as the escort gives the speech. Ladies first.

"Nyssa James."

She is my 3rd cousin, a nice, sweet girl. It hurts my heart to see her reaped, but then the next name is called.

"Jake Mason."

My heart burns and I carry myself up the steps. I don't cry. I feel nothing but protectiveness over Nyssa. She will survive.

District 10- Clovis POV BTW THE ONLY OC IN THIS STORY IS THE D10 GIRL

I wake up, or more specifically, try to wake up. You see, I am narcoleptic, so I fall asleep during stressful situations, and today was definitely stressful. That's why I always go to bed wearing clothes for the next day. I barely get there on time, and I stand next to the other 14 year old kids. The escort drones on and made me me want to fall asleep, and not from narcolepsy. I AM SO SORRY IF THIS OFFENDS ANYONE BUT ITS AN AU SON OF HYPNOS WHAT OTHER CHOCE SO I HAVE Finally, she gets to the names of the poor souls who have to die.

"Carole Lee." This is the only OC

Poor girl, she's only 13. I feel bad for her, but what can I do, volunteer? Boys can't volunteer for girls.

"And Clovis Paso." I have made up last names in this story

What? Oh no, I can feel a sleep attack coming on, I have to fight it. I fall asleep and about 5 seconds later I am awoken by Carole.

"C'mon sleepy head, if I die, you better at least be there."

"Real comforting." I think, but I don't say it.

I say goodbye to my mom, who didn't really care. Carole took her time, but that's her business, not mine. We get on the train and I look out the window to see my district for the last time, maybe ever. Hopefully I win, but I don't know…

District 11- Silena POV

I wake up in a hurry and decide what I need to wear. I pick a pale gold dress that looks beautiful. It goes perfect with my dark hair. I don't apply any makeup; I look a lot more beautiful without it. I walk down to the 18 year old female section and wait patiently. I know my name will be called. The mayor's daughter has promised me that, so I just wait for the escort to end her speech and call my name.

"The female tribute is Silena Beauregard!" The crowd is shocked.

How could they do this to Silena? But I look in the crowd and see the mayor's daughter laughing at me. I knew it. I walk gracefully to my seat and wait as the boy's name is called.

"Charles Beckendorf is the male tribute!" The escort yells to the crowd.

A burly 18 year old guy walks up and sits next to me.

"Hello there." He says sweetly, "Everyone calls me Beckendorf, but you can call me Charlie."

I smile at him as we board the train. Maybe this won't be so bad.

District 12- Lou Ellen POV

Reaping day. Just perfect. My name is Lou Ellen. I am a 13 year old girl who can be great at 'psychology' they call. I manipulate people to not get beat up or beat me up. My nickname among the district is Peacekeeper, for always keeping the peace. I am standing in my section during the speech, and my heart drops.

"The female tribute is Lou Ellen!"

The crowd roars in disappointment. I hear several people yells something along the lines of "Peacekeeper no". But despite that, there is no way I can get my way out of this, I will die. I spite of myself, I smile, a hysterical smile, no doubt, but a smile. The boy is called.

"Pollux Leonard."

He's a nice boy. 15 and a little pudgy. He walks with me as we go to train without any goodbyes. He doesn't talk, he doesn't cry, he doesn't do anything. Except stare straight forward. And he is a nice boy.

How did I do? I know the POV's were short nut whatever. And please don't hate me for the narcolepsy. Please don't. Byeeee-NewAgeHero