Hey guys! I am Suzanne Collins. And I do own the Hunger Games. Just Kidding. I don't own the THG. But I DO OWN THIS STORY! SO NO COPYING! THANKS!
I stare into the big glass ball of names. 40 of those names are mine. Only 1 of them is my sisters. But what about Gale? He has more names than me. But there are other kids, too. Some have even more than Gale. Some are even more starving and poor than us. I sigh as the mayor begins the long Treaty he is required to read. I gaze up into the hills. That is where Gale and I sat today, eating blueberries. I almost grin at the thought. Gale says I am only alive in the woods. Maybe that's true. But now, I am here. In the Town Square. Waiting for one boy and one girl to be called to there death. Now I hear Effie Trinkets shrill voice announcing it's time to call the names. Haymitch, the District 12 mentor, is sitting behind her on a chair. Looking as drunk as ever. When did he get here? I must have not been paying attention. Oh well. It's almost time to announce the names. "Ladies first!" Effie shrieks in that silly Capitol accent. Since the people from the Capitol are so powerful and mighty, they must feel the need to rub it in. Look at how we can tattoo our breasts and dye our skin! How wonderful our we? Of course all it does is make them look stupid. For example, Effie's pink wig . It make her look like a troll, but she seems to think it's fashionable. I stare at it now as she trots over to the girls ball. She reaches in and pulls out a name. I hold my breathe. Crossing my fingers for good luck. Of course, I've never had much luck. The name is Primrose Everdeen.
