The 47th Annual Hunger Games (SYOT)

by Zverkinia

This takes place before the second rebellion, the people of the distracts are pretty submissive to the capitol. No one questions the capitol. But not many people remember the first rebellion. Everyone is also excited for the 50th, so only a few people are worried and when people get reaped the severity of the situations hits them. Please submit! Thanks.

1. Prologue

Escort, Distract 1

Their eyes flashed to me, as I walk on stage. I smile. I have to. No one could know what I had heard of the plans for the arena. I shouldn't have eavesdropped if only-

"Miss Von Perivolaropoulos!" Someone began to shout. I grinned and approached the microphone.

"Hello everyone!" I curtsied. I heard applause.

"So," I began, "The reaping will be tomorrow! I know I'm a tad early but that's alright!" I have arrived in hope to warn them. But my plan backfired, they knew I heard. And if people knew, I would be to blame.

"So, are you all excited for the 47th annul Hunger Games?" I asked excitedly. I heard a lot of claps. Good. Maybe we will get some strong volunteers this year. Boy, I'm glad I got this district.

"Cornelia." The mayor suddenly comes up behind me, his face solemn. He get's emotional around this time. I offer him a smile, take his hand and preform a stage bow. Lot's of cheers. Come on, be positive.. don't think about the arena.

After the applause dies down, I scan the crowd wondering which child will be a potential victor. Him.. or her.. or her.. or him- I stop. One person from this crowd will die, inevitably. If not two.. My heart aches slightly, but I know it's for a good cause. The rebels, they must continue to pay their price.

The President arrives on screen, gives his usual speech the day before the reaping and disappears. I clap some more. It's dry out.. my hands ache. At least some of the districts must be used to it. I sigh, and leave the stage, a smile still on my face. Happiness is key. Even in times such as this. A young boy approaches me and hugs me, he ruffles my dress slightly but I hug him back. He's so adorable. It's sad to think in a few years he could be gone... no matter. It's not as if it is in my hands who is reaped and who isn't... I stop and let out a chuckle. It's exactly in my hands. Silly me. But there's nothing I can do. The reaping is tomorrow. The games will be harsh. And the only thing in my hands is who has to endure it. I wave to the crowd 'goodbye'.

Hey guys! Here is my new and improved prologue! The form for the SYOT is on my profile! Be sure to submit if you would like, and review to tell me how I did. Thanks! ~Zverkina