( Hey! Just so you know this is related to Suzanne Collins original series The Hunger Games)
Imagine if Katniss and Peeta never went to the hunger games? Well, it went on, and this is the story of the 80th hunger games.
Chapter 1: The Reaping
Today is the day. The day where children through the ages of 12-13 get reaped, and sent to a arena and are forced to fight to the death. Cruel, evil, horrible are some of the words I've heard. But there really is no wa of describing the, well how do you describe and president throwing harmless, defenseless kids in a "game" where only one out of twenty-four will live. Well today's that day, that day where (right now) I'm getting handsome it see if I'll be sent to almost certain, painful, death. Lovely.
I arrive at my districts town square in time to get my blood taken, and get my twenty-seven bags of flour and weat( if you don't already, for every bag of grain my name is put in the reaping bowl another time) for my mother and slowly dying sister. I find my way to the other 16 year old boys and stand next my friend James. I know he is better nervous, it was just last year his brother was reaped and killed at the 79th Hunger Games. He doesn't say anything to me so I just pat him on the back, he's never been the same since he saw his brother get ripped apart by mutt bears. Gruesome. As the last people filled in a capital man walked onto the stage. His blue hair was pulled tight into a bun and he wore a suit that looked like it was made of one of Maves (my sister) bows. He showed us a clip and then got right to the reaping.
"Ladies first!" He said in his freakish, and obviously changed voice.
Mave was still eleven and I don't have a girlfriend,so I don't care who gets reaped.
"Amanda Jell"
A girl from the 16 year olds walked to the stage looking stronger then I thought she would. Her messy bun of strawberry hair hair bounced up along her pale neck as she walked. She looks straight into the crowd with her piecing green eyes and said:
"it's AJ, if you want to watch me die, fine. At least give my the pleasure of dying with my name being know"
With that she took a little bow.
The announcer looked taken back, but composed himself quickly and sputtered out:
"Ahh, a smart one, i see!"
What a sharp tongue for such a small girl, i thought.
Anyways, it's our turn now.
"Now the men!" He announced
I hold my breath. I can't hear my heart beating in every part of my body. Here he goes.
"And for the male tribute from district 4, Alex Turpet!"
I feel hands push me to the podium where a single tear of pure fear falls down my face.