Why hello there! You guys probably weren't expecting this because last time I checked, it's not March first yet. Don't get your hopes up, THE STORY IS STILL BEING RELEASED ON MARCH FIRST! This is purely a teaser. My amazingly amazing beta, zxskunkmuffinxz, suggested I let one of these things out, so that's what I'm doing. Here it is, and remember, MARCH FIRST!
My name is Beetee Elysio and I am one of the wealthiest teenagers in District 3.
Life is great. My mother makes plenty of money as an assistant to the mayor. Her income is far more than enough to pay for our large house, delicious food, and basically anything else we may or may not need. I spend my free time tinkering with electronics, making various different random contraptions. It's what my father did and it's what I love to do.
Not many people here like me. Actually, all the kids at my school think I'm a dorky pushover. They like to make fun of me because I'm smarter than them, though I don't understand how that's insulting. It only means my future is looking brighter than their's.
Like I said, life is great. I couldn't ask for a single thing more. Of course, this was before reaping day rolled around.
Never did I, or anyone else for that matter, expect my name to be drawn out of the large glass ball containing thousands of boys' names. We all thought I was safe since my name was only entered four times. I guess we were wrong. There was a slim chance that I would be reaped and that's all it took.
Adjusting is hard. Instead of waking up to the bright District 3 sun to run downstairs and greet my loving mother, I'm waking up to the bright Capitol lights and running down the hall to eat with my district partner, mentor, escort, and stylist. I have to be trained. Trained to cause the death of fellow teenagers. The whole practice is sick and barbaric. It just shows how nefarious and bloodthirsty the Capitol really is.
Just think, in less than a week I'll be trapped in some unknown arena, fighting for my life. I don't fight. I can't fight. But I guess that's what I must do. After all, I'm not just a rich kid from District 3 anymore.
My name is Beetee Elysio and I am a tribute of the thirty-fifth annual Hunger Games.